People Who Haven’t Red Hair Don’t Know

If A Kiss Could Be Seen I Think It Would Look Like A Violet.

An Old House With Its Windows Gone Always Makes Me Think Of Something Dead With Its Eyes Picked Out.

Who Would Endure Life If It Were Not For The Hope Of Death?

Oh", She Thought, "how Horrible It Is That People Have To Grow Up-and Marry-and Change!

It Was Rapture Enough Just To Sit There Beside Him In Silence, Alone In The Summer Night In The White Splendor Of Moonshine, With The Wind Blowing Down On Them Out Of The Pine Woods.