Conscience Represents A Fetich To Which Good

Moderation Has Never Yet Engineered An Explosion

Marriage Is Mostly Puttin' Up With Things, I Reckon, When It Ain't Makin' Believe.

The Surest Way Of Winning Love Is To Look As If You Didn't Need It.

It Was A Perfect Spring Afternoon, And The Air Was Filled With Vague, Roving Scents, As If The Earth Exhaled The Sweetness Of Hidden Flowers.

What Depresses Me Is The Inevitable Way The Second Rate Forges Ahead And The Deserving Is Left Behind.