“The porcelain rose is not as pretty as the one that decays.”
“Fantasy is one of the soul's brighter porcelains.”
“Shouts of dismay rose as the red flesh splattered against the table. It was only a tomato, but one would think I was pulping a decaying heart by the noise the big, strong FIB officers were making.”
“The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,—it must have been Very pretty.”
“A dainty rogue in porcelain”
“Roses are red violets are blue, God made me pretty, what happened to you?”