In My Flowery Dreams There's

Take Time As It Comes, The Wind As It Blows, Woman As She Is.

How Glorious It Is - And Also How Painful - To Be An Exception.

If You Are Weak, Dependent Upon Others, Inclined To Allow Yourself To Be Dominated By Opinion, To Take Root Wherever You See A Little Soil, Make For Yourself A Shield That Will Resist Everything, For If You Yield To Your Weaker Nature You Will Not Grow, You Will Dry Up Like A Dead Plant, And You Will Bear Neither Fruit Nor Flowers.

In My Flowery Dreams There's Always You. I Do Not Regret It One Bit.

I Cannot Help It - In Spite Of Myself, Infinity Torments Me.