An Unromantic Poem I Mean To Make,

Everything I Touch Seems Destined To Turn Into Something Mean And Farcical.

To Die In Agony Upon A Cross Does Not Create A Martyr; He Must First Will His Own Execution.

To See One's Goal And To Drive Toward It, Steeling One's Heart, Is Most Uplifting.

You Have Never Loved Me. You Have Only Thought It Pleasant To Be In Love With Me.

Happiness Is Above All Things The Calm, Glad Certainty Of Innocence.