Love Is The First Lie; Wisdom The

The Night Is A Skin Pulled Over The Head Of Day That The Day May Be In Torment.

We Are Beginning To Wonder Whether A Servant Girl Hasn't The Best Of It After All. She Knows How The Salad Tastes Without The Dressing, And She Knows How Life's Lived Before It Gets To The Parlor Door.

This Head Has Risen Above Its Hair In A Moment Of Abandon Known Only To Men Who Have Drawn Their Feet Out Of Their Boots To Walk Awhile In The Corridors Of The Mind.

Man Is The Only Thing That Has No Further Use After Something Goes Amiss.

No Man Needs Curing Of His Individual Sickness; His Universal Malady Is What He Should Look To.