Flowers are heaven's masterpiece.
As I was saying to the landlord only this morning: 'You can't have everything'.
Of course I talk to myself. I like a good speaker, and I appreciate an intelligent audience.
Hell's afloat in lover's tears.
It was written without fear and without research.
We were all imitative. We all wandered in after Miss Edna St. Vincent Millay. We were all being dashing and gallant, declaring we weren't virgins, whether we were or not.