Let All Of Life Be An Unfettered

Why Should I Tolerate A Perfect Stranger At The Bedside Of My Mind?

How Small The Cosmos (a Kangaroo's Pouch Would Hold It), How Paltry And Puny In Comparison To Human Consciousness, To A Single Individual Recollection, And Its Expression In Words!

The Breaking Of A Wave Cannot Explain The Whole Sea.

Oh, Let Me Be Mawkish For The Nonce! I Am So Tired Of Being Cynical.

She Was Like Marat Only With Nobody To Kill Her.