Beware The Horns Of A

Wipe Your Glosses With What You Know.

O Cold ! O Shivery ! It Was Your Ambrosial Beauty. Forget, Forgive. Kismet. Let Me Off This Once.

Pity Is The Feeling Which Arrests The Mind In The Presence Of Whatesoever Is Grave And Constant In Human Sufferings And Unites It With The Human Sufferer.

Too Excited To Be Genuinely Happy

Every Bond Is A Bond To Sorrow.