Everything Has Got Its Right Size. When

The Whole Thing Was Like A Nine-month Ocean Voyage To Which You Never Got Acclimatized.

Everything That Has Existed, Lingers In The Eternity.

The Truth Often Does Sound Unconvincing.

Is There Ever Any Particular Spot Where One Can Put One's Finger And Say, "it All Began That Day, At Such A Time And Such A Place, With Such An Incident?

It's So Much Nicer To Be A Secret And Delightful Sin To Anybody Than To Be A Feather In His Cap.