You Cant Reduce Me To A Set

I Would Not Have Had That Happen To You. Discourtesy Is Unspeakably Ugly To Me.

How Seldom We Recognize The Sound When The Bolt Of Our Fate Slides Home.

Evil's Just Destructive? Then Storms Are Evil, If It's That Simple. And We Have Fire, And There There's Hail. Underwriters Lump It All Under 'acts Of God.

The Very Air Had Screams Smeared On It. He Flinched From The Noise In This Silent Room.

Did You Ever Think, Clarice, Why The Philistines Don't Understand You? It's Because You Are The Answer To Samson's Riddle. You Are The Honey In The Lion.