She Fell Into The Moody,

I Do Like Men Who Come Out Frankly And Own That They Are Not Gods.

Dear Me! How Happy And Good We'd Be, If We Had No Worries!

They Were Enjoying The Happy Hour That Seldom Comes But Once In Any Life, The Magical Moment Which Bestows Youth On The Old, Beauty On The Plain, Wealth On The Poor, And Gives Human Hearts A Foretaste Of Heaven.

I've Learned To Check The Hasty Words That Rise To My Lips, And When I Feel That They Mean To Break Out Against My Will, I Just Go Away For A Minute, And Give Myself A Little Shake For Being So Weak And Wicked.

…tomorrow Was Her Birthday, And She Was Thinking How Fast The Years Went By, How Old She Was Getting, And How Little She Seemed To Have Accomplished. Almost Twenty-five And Nothing To Show For It.