I Do Not Remember Joy Or Sorrow

Lovers Always Believe One Another's Sleight-of-hand Tricks.

Striving Toward A Goal Puts A More Pleasing Construction On Our Advance Toward Death.

Once Discover Comfort, And There Is No Turning Back.

Lechery Is Secretive, But Must Finally Reveal Itself To At Least One.

Hope, And Hopelessness, Persist Despite The Facts.