A Diverse And Lively Collection, The Highest

For What Is Delusion But The Prelude To Hurt. And What Is Hurt But The Prelude To Rage.

Dear Girl! Life Is Addictive. Yet We Must Live.

Budapest In Late May Is A City Of Lilacs. The Sweet, Languid, Rather Sleepy Smell Of Lilacs Wafts Everywhere. And It Is A City Of Lovers, Many Of Them Quite Middle-aged. Walking With Their Arms Around Each Other, Embracing And Kissing On Park Benches. A Sensuousness Very Much Bound Up (it Seems To Me) With The Heady Ubiquitous Smell Of Lilacs.

Loneliness Is Like Starvation: You Don't Realize How Hungry You Are Until You Begin To Eat.

It's Not Hard To Write Poorly. But To Write Something Good, It Has To Be Revised.