My Muse Sits Forlorn She Wishes She

Colours Are What Drive Me Most Strongly.

Nothing Is More Wistful Than The Scent Of Lilac, Nor More Robust Than Its Woody Stalk, For We Must Remember That It Is A Tree As Well As A Flower, We Must Try Not To Forget This.

I'm Sorry To Say My Dear Wife Is A Dreamer, And As She Dreams She Gets Paler And Leaner. Then Be Off To Your Dream, With His Fly-away Hat, I Stay With The Girls Who Are Happy And Fat.

You Must Have Some Money If You Are Going To Live Simply. It Need Not Be Much, But You Must Have Some.

If There Wasn't Death, I Think You Couldn't Go On.