Only The Strong And The Hopeful Are

The Past Goes Right On Pulling Me Apart, Though I Can Scarcely Remember The People Or The Issues.

True Wit Has A Grave Intention.

Some Loves Are Like A Vice That Has Ceased To Give Pleasure.

The Banker Rubs His Nose, Thinking Of His Cat Stalking Something On The Lawn.

Opportunity Often Goes Begging. Luck, Never.