Even His Griefs Are A Joy Long

Accept These Grateful Tears...for Thee They Flow, For Thee... That Ever Felt Another's Woe.

I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction With My Mouth!

She Spoke And Loosened From Her Bosom The Embroidered Girdle Of Many Colors Into Which All Her Allurements Were Fashioned. In It Was Love And Int Desire Which Steals The Mind Even Of The Wise.

A Gun Is Not A Weapon! It's A Tool, Like A Butcher's Knife, Or A Harpoon, Or An Alligator.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End.