Blonds Look Angelic, But Can (oh, Happy!)

The Imaginary Audience For My Life Is Growing Small And Silent.

The Extravagance Of Intellect Outstrips The Extravagance Of Desire.

I Deplore My Shortcomings, But Plan To Keep Them.

Sometimes I Dread Loneliness More Than Bores. Other Times, The Reverse.

Nothing Easier Than To Confuse Busyness With Goodness.