My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

Christianity in the suburb is cheerful. The church is a centre of social activity and those who go to church need never be lonely.

These thoughts are depressing I know. They are depressing, I wish I was more cheerful, it is more pleasant, Also it is a duty, we should smile as well as submitting To the purpose of One Above who is experimenting With various mixtures of human character which goes best, All is interesting for him it is exciting, but not for us. There I go again. Smile, smile, and get some work to do Then you will be practically unconscious without positively having to go.

If a lady comes up to you and tells you that your dear mama is lying in a faint on the pavement round the corner, don't you believe her, don't have anything to do with her, do not go with her into the cab. It is the White Slave Traffic.

The world is come upon me, I used to keep it a long way off, But now I have been run over and I am in the hands of the hospital staff.

Unpopular, lonely and loving, Elinor need not trouble, For if she were not so loving, She would not be so miserable.

A great artist ... takes what he did not make and makes of it something that only he can make.