The Noisy Vacancy Of Youth, The Quiet

Suspense Combines Curiosity With Fear And Pulls Them Up A Rising Slope.

Of Course I Want To Be Good, But That May Not Be To Your Advantage.

Middle Age Went By While I Was Mourning For My Lost Youth.

Sloth, Not Ill-will, Makes Me Unjust.

Silence Is The Most Intolerable Of Answers.