We All Must Try To Be Good.

Beauty Means The Scent Of Roses And Then The Death Of Roses

To A Profound Pessimist About Life, Being In Danger Is Not Depressing.

It Isn't Given To Us To Know Those Rare Moments When People Are Wide Open And The Lightest Touch Can Wither Or Heal. A Moment Too Late And We Can Never Reach Them Any More In This World. They Will Not Be Cured By Our Most Efficacious Drugs Or Slain With Our Sharpest Swords.

This Is The Beauty I Want. Beauty Has Got To Be Astonishing, Astounding-- It's Got To Burst In On You Like A Dream, Like The Exquisite Eyes Of A Girl.

Her Body Calculated To A Millimeter To Suggest A Bud Yet Guarantee A Flower.