I Was Born 'neath A Clouded Star.

Every Fallen Woman Represents A Man As Guilty As Herself, Who Escapes Human Detection, But Whose Soul Lies Open Before God.

All The Sugar Was In The Bottom Of The Cup.

When The Unwelcome Little Unborn Shall Have Seen The Light My Brain Will Be Lightened, And I Shall Have A Clearer Mind. Thank God That Even This Weary Nine Months Shall Come To An End And Leave Me In Possession Of My Own Body And My Own Soul.

Heaven Knows What I Have Not Been Through With, Since I Saw You-dust, Dirt, Dyspepsia, Hotels, Railroads, Prairies, Tobacco Juice.

In The Nature Of Things, I Must Soon Lose Sight Of This Sense Of Constant Metamorphosis Whose Limits Bound Our Human Life.