I Am A Good Woman. I Know

Success, Instead Of Giving Freedom Ofchoice, Becomes A Way Of Life.

Hale, With A Tasty Love Of Intellectual Pursuit

Poor Brain! How Helplessly It Dissolves When Willing Eyes Meet And The Nose Warms To Those Old Jungle Scents.

Immortality Is Like Trying To Carve Your Initials In A Block Of Ice In The Middle Of July.

I Think It's A Mistake To Ever Look For Hope Outside Of One's Self.