Do As You Like--if You Know What

Conscience Is The Moralized Form Of Self-absorption.

With Every Physical Pain, My Moral Fibre Unravels A Little.

Writing Is A Refuge From Unhappiness, But Has Its Own Sorrows.

The Sewing Machine Joins What The Scissors Have Cut Asunder, Plus Whatever Else Comes In Its Path.

Yawns Are Hard To Refute.