It Is Devilish Difficult To Criticise Society

Ideas Are Fatal To Caste.

While Her Lips Talked Culture, Her Heart Was Planning To Invite Him To Tea

He Doesn't Want You To Be Real, And To Think And To Live. He Doesn't Love You. But I Love You. I Want You To Have Your Own Thoughts And Ideas And Feelings, Even When I Hold You In My Arms.

Freedom Does Not Guarantee Masterpieces.

Towns Are After All Excrescences, Grey Fluxions, Where Men, Hurrying To Find One Another, Have Lost Themselves.