With Decrepitude, Longevity Has Overshot The Mark.

With Every Physical Pain, My Moral Fibre Unravels A Little.

Clothes Make A Statement. Costumes Tell A Story.

While We Are Reading, We Are All Don Quixote.

Even Boredom Has Its Crises.

Realism Absorbs The Ideal By Adding A Few Small Imperfections. Example: It Paints A Few Specks Of Mud On The White Gown Of The Lady In The Garden.