I Wasn’t Raised, I Was Built.

And I Will Make Thee Beds Of Roses, And A Thousand Fragrant Posies.

Courage! I Have Shown It For Years; Think You I Shall Lose It At The Moment When My Sufferings Are To End?

There Is Nothing New Except What Has Been Forgotten.

I Am Terrified Of Being Bored.

Farewell, My Children, Forever. I Go To Your Father.