I Would Hold The Rosy, Slender Fingers

Every Great Change Is Simple.

The Thought Of What America Would Be Like If The Classics Had A Wide Circulation Troubles My Sleep (cantico Del Sole)

Music Begins To Atrophy When It Departs Too Far From The Dance... Poetry Begins To Atrophy When It Gets Too Far From Music.

What Thou Lovest Well Remains.

A General Loathing Of A Gang Or Sect Usually Has Some Sound Basis In Instinct.