The Greatest Mystery Of All Is The

Time Didn't Heal, But It Anesthetized. The Human Mind Could Only Feel So Much.

Gossip ... Was Like Any Other Commodity In The Marketplace. You Received It Only If You Had Something Of Value To Give.

It Was One Of Those Perfect English Autumnal Days Which Occur More Frequently In Memory Than In Life.

Can We Ever Break Free Of The Devices And Desires Of Our Own Hearts? Might Not Our Conscience Be Telling Us What We Most Want To Hear?

What Was So Terrible About Grief Was Not Grief Itself, But That One Got Over It.