Who Tells A Finer Tale Than Any

Man And Woman Are Two Locked Caskets, Of Which Each Contains The Key To The Other.

It Is A Good Thing To Be A Great Sinner. Or Should Human Beings Allow Christ To Have Died On The Cross For The Sake Of Our Petty Lies And Our Paltry Whorings

Write A Little Every Day, Without Hope, Without Despair.

Where A Pack Of Monkeys Had Traveled Over The Road, The Smell Of Them Lingered For A Long Time In The Air, A Dry And Stale, Mousy Smell.

One Must In This Lower World Love Many Things To Know Finally What One Loves The Best.