The Real Secrets Are Not The Ones

Outside Books, We Avoid Colorful Characters.

The Lady: A Fluty Voice, Sensible Shoes, A Melancholy Sense Of Living By Rules Few Still Remember.

The Nature Of Language May Determine What Most People Say, But I Always Speak My Own Meaning.

Posterity--the Forlorn Child Of Nineteenth Century Optimism--grows Ever Harder To Conceive.

Living Alone Makes It Harder To Find Someone To Blame.