Friends Are Nations In Themselves.

Each That We Lose Takes A Part Of Us; A Crescent Still Abides, Which Like The Moon, Some Turbid Night, Is Summoned By The Tides.

Knew I How To Pray, To Intercede For Your [broken] Foot Were Intuitive - But I Am But A Pagan.

I Hope You Love Birds Too. It Is Economical. It Saves Going To Heaven.

Beauty Is Just A Light Switch Away...'click!' Beauty Is Not Caused. It Is.

I Like A Look Of Agony, Because I Know It's True - Men Do Not Sham Convulsion, Nor Simulate, A Throe