People Never Like Me And I Never

We Do Not Believe Until We Want A Thing And Feel That We Shall Die If 'tis Not Granted To Us, And Then We Kneel And Kneel And Believe, Because We Must Have Someone To Ask Help From.

Whatever Comes Cannot Alter One Thing.

That's What I Look At Some People For. I Like To Know About Them. I Think Them Over Afterward.

She Wished She Could Talk As He Did. His Speech Was So Quick And Easy. It Sounded As If He Liked Her And Was Not The Least Afraid She Would Not Like Him, Though He Was Only A Common Moor Boy, In Patched Clothes And With A Funny Face And A Rough, Rusty-red Head.

Only In Dreams Of Spring Shall I Ever See Again The Flowering Of My Cherry Trees.