Well, if I can't be happy, I can be useful, perhaps.
Persuasive influences are better than any amount of moralizing.
Dolls are safe companions.
Where's the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I'm pretty or not?
I think we are all hopelessly flawed.
I only mean to say that I have a feeling that it never was intended I should live long. I'm not like the rest of you.