Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let's think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.

I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.

Father said conflict develops the character

without you, dearest dearest I couldn't see or hear or feel or think - or live - I love you so and I'm never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night.

Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.

I can't read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.

People are like almanacs, Bonnie - you never can find the information you're looking for, but the casual reading is well worth the trouble.