But Aren't Many Gardens Beautiful Because They

Do Not Be Tempted By English Roses. Their Beauty Fades, But Their Thorns Are Forever.

Everyone's Dying. A Little, Every Day. Make It Count.

Or Perhaps It Is Some Combination Of Spirit And Desire, Love And Hope, Some Alchemy That We Each Possess And Can Put To Use, If We First Know Where To Look Without Flinching.

Everyone Seems To Want More Form Me. I Am A Thoroughly Disappointing Girl Around. I Shall Wear A Scarlet 'd' Upon My Bosom For All To See So That They Will Know Not To Raise Their Expectations.

It Keeps Her Purity Vacum-sealed To Preserve Its Freshness For Her Future Husband.