Pedants, Who Have The Least

I Say What Other People Only Think, And When All The Rest Of The World Is In A Conspiracy To Accept The Mask For The True Face, Mine Is The Rash Hand That Tears Off The Plump Pasteboard And Shows The Bare Bones Beneath.

The Mystery Which Underlies The Beauty Of Women Is Never Raised Above The Reach Of All Expression Until It Has Claimed Kindred With The Deeper Mystery In Our Own Souls.

Let The Music Speak To Us Of Tonight, In A Happier Language Than Our Own.

Husbands And Wives Talk Of The Cares Of Matrimony, And Bachelors And Spinsters Bear Them.

We Neither Know Nor Judge Ourselves; Others May Judge, But Cannot Know Us. God Alone Judges And Knows Us.