Life Plays The Same Lovely And Agonizing

She Was Dazzling-- Alight; It Was Agony To Comprehend Her Beauty In A Glance.

Life Is Progressive, No Matter What Our Intentions.

All Things Come To Him Who Mates.

Very Well Then, Better A Sane Crook Than A Mad Puritan.

Her Grey, Sun-strained Eyes Stared Straight Ahead, But She Had Deliberately Shifted Our Relations, And For A Moment I Thought I Loved Her. But I Am Slow-thinking And Full Of Interior Rules That Act As Brakes On My Desires, And I Knew That First I Had To Get Myself Definitely Out Of That Tangle Back Home.