Frienship Is Eros...without Wings

Champagne With Its Foaming Whirls/as White As Cleopatra's Pearls.

Perhaps The Early Grave Which Men Weep Over May Be Meant To Save.

I Cannot Describe To You The Despairing Sensation Of Trying To Do Something For A Man Who Seems Incapable Or Unwilling To Do Anything Further For Himself.

This Is The Age Of Oddities Let Loose.

Where There Is Mystery, It Is Generally Suspected There Must Also Be Evil.