Well, If I Can't Be Happy, I

Remember That Frost Comes Latest To Those That Bloom The Highest.

The Mere Possession Of A Gun Is, In Itself, An Urge To Kill, Not Only By Design, But By Accident, By Madness, By Fright, By Bravado.

Sympathy Is A Sweet Thing.

Mothers Can Forgive Anything! Tell Me All, And Be Sure That I Will Never Let You Go, Though The Whole World Should Turn From You.

...for A Girl With Eyes Like Hers Has A Will And Is Not Ruled By Anyone But A Lover.