If We Knew Enough, Fortune Would Turn

If You Do Not Throw In A Few Promises Of Better Things To Come, Gloomy One, I Am Going To Take You Back To The Library.

Thank God For The Passing Of The Discomforts And Vile Cuisine Of The Age Of Chivalry!

Between Repetition And Forgetting, It Is A Marvel That A New Thought Ever Struggles Into Existence.

My Mind Is Led Astray By Every Faint Rustle.

Kindness Eases Everything Almost As Much As Money Does.