Thou Art A Retailer Of Phrases, And

I Know That’s A Secret, For It’s Whispered Everywhere.

Fear Comes From Uncertainty. When We Are Absolutely Certain, Whether Of Our Worth Or Worthlessness, We Are Almost Impervious To Fear.

I Nauseate Walking; 'tis A Country Diversion, I Loathe The Country.

They Come Together Like The Coroner's Inquest, To Sit Upon The Murdered Reputations Of The Week.

A Little Scorn Is Alluring.