I'm Always Sorry When Pleasant Things End.

I Like To Hear A Storm At Night. It Is So Cosy To Snuggle Down Among The Blankets And Feel That It Can't Get At You.

There Must Be A Limit To The Mistakes One Person Can Make, And When I Get To The End Of Them, Then I'll Be Through With Them. That's A Comforting Thought

Night Is Beautiful When You Are Happy--comforting When You Are In Grief--terrible When You Are Lonely And Unhappy.

Why Is It That The Nicest Things Never Are Healthy?

We Should Regret Our Mistakes And Learn From Them, But Never Carry Them Forward Into The Future With Us.