The Loveliest Hair Is Nothing,

Improvement Is Nature.

The Rapturuous, Wild, And Ineffable Pleasure Of Drinking At Somebody Else's Expense

The Beautiful Attracts The Beautiful.

The Loveliest Hair Is Nothing, If The Wearer Is Incapable Of A Grace.

It Flows Through Old Hushed Egypt And Its Sands, Like Some Grave Mighty Thought Threading A Dream, And Times And Things, As In That Vision, Seem Keeping Along It Their Eternal Stands.