Nothing Makes A Man So Adventurous As

That Is To Be Two And To Be But One. A Man And A Woman Mingled Into One Angel. It Is Heaven.

While Contemplating The Bride, And Eyeing The Cake Of Soap, He Muttered Between His Teeth: 'tuesday. It Was Not Tuesday. Was It Tuesday? Perhaps It Was Tuesday. Yes, It Was Tuesday.' No One Has Ever Discovered To What This Monologue Referred. Yes, Perchance, This Monologue Had Some Connection With The Last Occasion On Which He Had Dined, Three Days Before, For It Was Now Friday.

I Write With One Hand, But I Fight With Both.

Who Among Us Has Not Sought Peace In A Song?

The Poetic Element Lying Hidden In Most Women Is The Source Of Their Magnetic Attraction.