Here again, I saw life in all its noisy excitement passing me by.

The prettiest of them all is a girl who is pretty on the inside.

Those of us with water in our personalities don't pick where we'll flow to. All we can do is flow where the landscape of our lives carries us

All at once I felt so vain, like a girl posturing for the crowds as she walks along, only to discover the street is empty.

An en is a karmic bond lasting a lifetime. Nowadays many people seem to believe their lives are entirely a matter of choice; but in my day we viewed ourselves as pieces of clay that forever show the fingerprints of everyone who has touched them.

How many times already had I encountered the painful lesson that although we may wish for the barb to be pulled from our flesh, it leaves a welt that doesn't heal?

Hopes are like hair ornaments. Girls want to wear too many of them. When they become old women they look silly wearing even one.