Hope, And Hopelessness, Persist Despite The Facts.

Self-pity Makes People Callous.

City People Make Most Of The Fuss About The Charms Of Country Life.

When My Beloved Arrives, I Yawn. When My Beloved Departs, I Weep.

Literature Gives Us A Memory Of Lives We Did Not Lead.

Every Perversion Has Survived Many Tests Of Its Capabilities.