The Voice Of The Sea Speaks To

Goodbye -- Because I Love You.

The Way To Become Rich Is To Make Money, Not To Save It.

The Bird That Would Soar Above The Level Plain Of Tradition And Prejudice Must Have Strong Wings. It Is A Sad Spectacle To See The Weaklings Bruised, Exhausted, Fluttering Back To Earth.

A Bird With A Broken Wing Was Beating The Air Above, Reeling, Fluttering, Circling Disabled, Down, Down To The Water

She's Got Some Sort Of Notion In Her Head Concerning The Eternal Rights Of Women.