Rome Was A Poem Pressed Into Service

We Are All Tourists In History, And Irony Is What We Win In Wars.

Two People Making Love, She Once Said, Are Like One Drowned Person Resuscitating The Other.

The Moment A Book Is Lent I Begin To Miss It.

Rome Was A Poem Pressed Into Service As A City.

Chic Is A Convent For Unloved Women.