It's No Good Being Exclusive If Nobody

The Gods Are Watching, But Idly, Yawning.

Loneliness Is More Likely To Lead To Fussy Housekeeping Than To Grand Views Of The Universe.

If We Knew Enough, Fortune Would Turn Out To Be Nature.

Ironic And Jittery, We Are Puzzled By The Old Heroes With Their Fighting, Boasting, And Cocksure Lovemaking.

If You Do Not Throw In A Few Promises Of Better Things To Come, Gloomy One, I Am Going To Take You Back To The Library.