It Is When My Umbrella Turns Inside

The Beauty Of Winter Is That It Makes You Appreciate Spring.

I Read Somewhere Once That Souls Were Like Flowers,' Said Priscilla. 'then Your Soul Is A Golden Narcissus,' Said Anne, 'and Diana's Is Like A Red, Red Rose. Jane's Is An Apple Blossom, Pink And Wholesome And Sweet.' 'and Our Own Is A White Violet, With Purple Streaks In Its Heart,' Finished Priscilla.

It's Delightful When Your Imaginations Come True, Isn't It?

If I Can't Get What I Want - Well, I'll Want What I Can Get.

The Ghosts Of Things That Never Happened Are Worse Than The Ghosts Of Things That Did.