Reading Civilized The Inner Life.

A Critic Who Uses New Quotations Is Making Important Changes.

Middle Age Went By While I Was Mourning For My Lost Youth.

The Harp Is An Insipid Instrument--no Good For Dancing, Feasting, Or Marching, Only For Sitting Primly In A Parlor Or On A Cloud.

Rage Is Exciting, But Leaves Me Confused And Exhausted.

No One Could Be The Way I Remember My Father.