To Avoid Eye Contact, Kiss.

When Poets Go Off The Boil, They Sound Like Bumble Bees; When Critics Do, They Sound Like Sewing Machines.

To Avoid Eye Contact, Kiss.

Joy Goes As Deep As Sorrow, But Leaves Less Of Itself Behind.

I Am No Longer In Love, But I Still Have My Jealousy.

Drugs Bring Us To To The Gates Of Paradise, Then Keep Us From Entering.