Ultimately, Blind Faith Is The Only Kind.

Victorian Sorrow: The Stars Are Winking In The Sky, But Not For Us.

Excuses Change Nothing, But Make Everyone Feel Better.

Old Among The Young, Poor Among The Rich, I Adopt An Air Of Indefinable Superiority.

The Flesh Of Past Lovers Looks Both Familiar And Strange.

Prudence Suspects That Happiness Is A Bait Set By Risk.