Flesh Is Merely A Lesson. We Learn

They Keep Saying The Right Person Will Come Along. I Think Mine Got Hit By A Truck.

One Writes Not By Will But By Surrender.

Sometimes It Was Worth All The Disadvantages Of Marriage Just To Have That: One Friend In An Indifferent World.

Each One An Antidote To The One That Went Before. Each One A Reaction, An About-face, A Rebound.

... What Is Great Poetry, After All, But The Continuation Of The Human Voice After Death?