When he kissed me I didn't think the whole world had so much happiness in it.

I know now that I'm not cold a bit; I used to think I was.

I believe I could go with him anywhere, and do anything he wanted.
What would Dad think?
Only the other day I was saying I wanted to know everything.

One only knows through love.

It's love that makes the world all beautiful--makes it like those pictures that seem to be wrapped in gold, makes it like a dream--no, not like a dream--like a wonderful tune.