Stew's So Comforting On A Rainy Day.

The Key To All Knowledge Comes In Words Of Just One Syllable, Apparently.... There's Only The Last Page Left To Write On. I'll Fill It With Words Of Just One Syllable. I Love. I Have Loved. I Will Love.

And No Bathroom On Earth Will Make Up For Marrying A Bearded Man You Hate.

The Tea Was A Comfort - And By That Time I More Than Needed Comfort.

I Could Marry The Devil Himself If He Had Some Money.

A Loss Of Sensibility Follows A Loss Of Innocence, At Once A Penalty And A Compensation.