You Live By What You Thrill To,

The Peasants Of Sicily, Who Have Kept Their Own Wheat And Make Their Own Natural Brown Bread, Ah, It Is Amazing How Fresh And Sweet And Clean Their Loaf Seems, So Perfumed, As Home-made Bread Used All To Be Before The War.

A Book Lives As Long As It Is Unfathomed.

Be Sure Your Sins Will Find You Out, Especially If You're Married And Her Name's Bertha

Now In November Nearer Comes The Sun Down The Abandoned Heaven.

I Shall Be Glad When You Have Strangled The Invincible Respectability That Dogs Your Steps.