The Cruel Of Heart Have Their Own

Style Is The Substance Of The Subject Called Unceasingly To The Surface.

What A Grand Thing, To Be Loved! What A Grander Thing Still, To Love!

The World Is The Expanding Greece And Greece Is The Shrinking World.

Puns Are The Droppings Of Soaring Wits.

Oh Lord! Open The Doors Of Night For Me So That I May Leave This Place And Disappear.