Style Is A Simple Way Of Saying

It Was The East That Should Have Sent Us Missionaries.

The Prettiest Dresses Are Worn To Be Taken Off.

The Joy Of The Young Is To Disobey

Poets Don't Draw. They Unravel Their Handwriting And Then Tie It Up Again, But Differently.

Since The Day Of My Birth, My Death Began Its Walk. It Is Walking Toward Me, Without Hurrying.