Do Not Deprive Me Of My Age.

Light Is Snow Sifted / To An Abstraction.

It Looks As If I Were Meant To Be Alone, And That Any Hope Of Happiness Is Not Meant. Am I Too Old To Acquire The Knack For Happiness?

Solitude Is One Thing And Loneliness Is Another.

True Feeling Justifies Whatever It May Cost.

Words Are More Powerful Than Perhaps Anyone Suspects, And Once Deeply Engraved In A Child's Mind, They Are Not Easily Eradicated.