Happiness is the sublime moment when you get out of your corsets at night |
Happiness is the sublime moment when you get out of your corsets at night |
If I should go before the rest of you Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone, Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves that I have known. Weep if you must, Parting is hell, But life goes on, So sing as well. |
Progress everywhere today does seem to come so very heavily disguised as Chaos. |
There is no such thing as the pursuit of happiness, but there is the discovery of joy |
There is no such thing as the pursuit of happiness, but there is the discovery of joy |
They look quite promising in the shop; and not entirely without hope when I get them back into my wardrobe. But then, when I put them on they tend to deteriorate with a very strange rapidity and one feels so sorry for them. |
They look quite promising in the shop; and not entirely without hope when I get them back into my wardrobe. But then, when I put them on they tend to deteriorate with a very strange rapidity and one feels so sorry for them. |