I Am Lithe, But Fragile From Constant

I Want Fame More Than I Can Tell. But More Than I Want Fame I Want Happiness.

Do You Think A Man Is The Only Creature With Whom One May Fall In Love?

The World Is Like A Little Marsh Filled With Mint And White Hawthorn.

People Say Of Me, 'she's Peculiar.' They Do Not Understand Me. If They Did They Would Say So Oftener And With Emphasis.

However Great One's Gift Of Language May Be, There Is Always Something That One Cannot Tell.