Truth Usually Stammers At First.

Your Vanity And My Vanity Will Never Be Friends.

Fearful Of Sentimentality, I Disown My Tears And Melting Heart.

My Love Grows Wide And Shallow In An Effort To Spread My Losses.

When Science Drove The Gods Out Of Nature, They Took Refuge In Poetry And The Porticos Of Civic Buildings.

Losing Gracefully Is Commended But Never Chosen.