The Visible World Is But

A Swift Carriage, Of A Dark Night, Rattling With Four Horses Over Roads That One Can’t See--that’s My Idea Of Happiness.

If This Was Love, Love Had Been Overrated.

Kidd, Turn Off The Light To Spare My Blushes.

You Are Good For Nothing Unless You Are Clever.

The Practice Of "reviewing"... In General Has Nothing In Common With The Art Of Criticism.