That Aspects Are Within Us;

Dialect Words Are Those Terrible Marks Of The Beast To The Truly Genteel.

All Romances End At Marriage.

This Hobble Of Being Alive Is Rather Serious, Don’t You Think So?

Where We Are Would Be Paradise To Me, If You Would Only Make It So.

It Was The Touch Of The Imperfect Upon The Would-be Perfect That Gave The Sweetness, Because It Was That Which Gave The Humanity