We Must Scrunch Or Be Scrunched.

I Am Well Aware That I Am The 'umblest Person Going. . . . My Mother Is Likewise A Very 'umble Person. We Live In A 'umble Abode.

New Thoughts And Hopes Were Whirling Through My Mind, And All The Colours Of My Life Were Changing.

A Contented Spirit Is The Sweetness Of Existence.

Detestation Of The High Is The Involuntary Homage Of The Low.

How Beautiful You Are! You Are More Beautiful In Anger Than In Repose. I Don't Ask You For Your Love; Give Me Yourself And Your Hatred; Give Me Yourself And That Pretty Rage; Give Me Yourself And That Enchanting Scorn; It Will Be Enough For Me.