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Butterflies Are But Flowers That Blew Away One Sunny Day When Nature Was Feeling At Her Most Inventive And Fertile.

Know How To Replace In Your Heart, By The Happiness Of Those You Love, The Happiness That May Be Wanting To Yourself

Experience Is Always A Trustworthy Guide; It May Not Tell You Everything, But It Never Lies.

As Far As I Am Concerned I Would Rather Spend The Rest Of My Life In Prison Than Marry Again.

I Was Born To Love - But None Of You Wanted To Believe It, And That Misunderstanding Was Crucial In Forming My Character. It's True That Nature Was Strangely Inconsistent In Giving Me A Warm Heart, But Also A Face That Was Like A Stone Mask And A Tongue That Was Heavy And Slow. She Refused Me What She Bestowed Freely On Even The Most Loutish Of My Fellow Men. . . . People Judged My Inner Character By My Outer Covering, And Like A Sterile Fruit, I Withered Under The Rough Husk I Couldn't Slough Off.