Jealousy Is Love Bed Of

How Many A Thing Which We Cast To The Ground, When Others Pick It Up, Becomes A Gem!

Earth Knows No Desolation. She Smells Regeneration In The Moist Breath Of Decay.

A Woman Who Is Not Quite A Fool Will Forgive Your Being But A Man, If You Are Surely That. . .

She [comedy] It Is Who Proposes The Correcting Of Pretentiousness, Of Inflation, Of Dulness, And Of The Vestiges Of Rawness And Grossness To Be Found Among Us. She Is The Ultimate Civilizer, The Polisher, A Sweet Cook.

We Are Betrayed By What Is False Within