The Clown May Be The

Those Are The Voices Of My Brothers, Darling; I Love The Company Of Wolves.

What Would The Daughters Of The Rich Do With Themselves If The Poor Ceased To Exist?

I Drew The Curtains To Conceal The Sight Of My Father's Farewell; My Spite Was Sharp As Broken Glass.

The Invisible Is Only Another Unexplored Country, A Brave New World.

Aeneas Carried His Aged Father On His Back From The Ruins Of Troy And So Do We All, Whether We Like It Or Not, Perhaps Even If We Have Never Known Them.