Our Perfect Companions Never Have Fewer Than

The Faults Of Husbands Are Often Caused By The Excess Virtues Of Their Wives.

Beautiful December Grapes, Blue As Plums, Every Grape A Little Skinful Of Sweet, Tasteless Water

If He's Getting Married, He's Not Longer Interesting.

There Are No Ordinary Cats.

A Few Days Later, I Found My Mother Beneath The Tree, Motionless With Excitement, Her Head Turned Toward The Heavens In Which She Would Allow Human Religions No Place.