Even Pain Pricks To Livelier Living.

Happiness: We Rarely Feel It. I Would Buy It, Beg It, Steal It, Pay In Coins Of Dripping Blood For This One Transcendent Good.

Underneath My Stiffened Gown Is The Softness Of A Woman Bathing In A Marble Basin

Love Is A Game-yes? I Think It Is A Drowning.

Happiness, To Some, Is Elation; To Others It Is Mere Stagnation.

Youth Condemns; Maturity Condones