A Dead Tree, Falling, Made Less Havoc

She Lives A Sophisticate's Life Among Worldly People. At The Slightest Excuse She Steps Out Of Civilization, Naked And Relieved, As I Should Step Out Of A Soiled Chemise.

Madness Is Only A Variety Of Mental Nonconformity And We Are All Individualists Here.

A Woman Never Forgets The Men She Could Have Had; A Man, The Women He Couldn't

Words Began Fights And Words Ended Them.

He Who Tries To Forget A Woman, Never Loved Her