A Friend Who Loved Perfection Would Be

Style Is A Magic Wand, And Turns Everything To Gold That It Touches.

If We Shake Hands With Icy Fingers, It Is Because We Have Burnt Them So Horribly Before.

I Might Give My Life For My Friend, But He Had Better Not Ask Me To Do Up A Parcel.

All My Life, As Down An Abyss Without A Bottom. I Have Been Pouring Van Loads Of Information Into That Vacancy Of Oblivion I Call My Mind.

Don't Tell Friends Their Social Faults; They Will Cure The Fault And Never Forgive You.