Wendy, Wendy, When You Are Sleeping In

You Find A Glimmer Of Happiness In This World, There's Always Someone Who Wants To Destroy It.

It's A Sort Of Bloom On A Woman. If You Have It, You Don't Need To Have Anything Else, And If You Don't Have It, It Doesn't Much Matter What Else You Have. Some Women, The Few, Have Charm For All; And Most Have Charm For One. But Some Have Charm For None.

Nothing Is Really Work Unless You Would Rather Be Doing Something Else.

God Gave Us Memory So That We Might Have Roses In December.

We Never Understand How Little We Need In This World Until We Know The Loss Of It.