November Always Seemed To Me The Norway

Why Should We Censure Othello When The Criterion Lover Says, "thou Shalt Have No Other Gods Before Me"?

It Sounded As If The Streets Were Running, And Then The Streets Stood Still.

Anger As Soon As Fed Is Dead- 'tis Starving Makes It Fat.

God Is Indeed A Jealous God. He Cannot Bear To See, That We Had Rather Not With Him, But With Each Other Play.

Forever - Is Composed Of Nows - 'tis Not A Different Time... Let Months Dissolve In Further Months - And Years - Exhale In Years.