Sleep Demands Of Us A Guilty Immunity.

Suffering For Love Is How I Have Learned Practically Everything I Know, Love Of Grandmother Up And On.

And Must I, Perchance, Like Careful Writers, Guard Myself Against The Conclusions Of My Readers?

There's Something Evil In Me That Loves Evil And Degradation--purity's Black Backside! That Loves Honesty With A Horrid Love; Or Why Have I Always Gone Seeking It At The Liar's Door?

There Is Always More Surface To A Shattered Object Than A Whole.

Time Is A Great Conference Planning Our End, And Youth Is Only The Past Putting A Leg Forward.