It's Rather Hard To Decide Just When

Kindred Spirits Are Not So Scarce As I Used To Think. It's Splendid To Find Out There Are So Many Of Them In The World.

Nothing Ever Seems Impossible In Spring, You Know.

Who Would Endure Life If It Were Not For The Hope Of Death?

Besides, I've Been Feeling A Little Blue — Just A Pale, Elusive Azure. It Isn't Serious Enough For Anything Darker.

She Will Love Deeply--suffer Terribly--she Will Have Glorious Moments To Compensate.