My! Ain't Men Blinder'n Moles?

Not A Softness Anywhere About Me, Only Whalebone And Brocade.

Everything Mortal Has Moments Immortal

Polyphonic Prose Is A Kind Of Free Verse, Except That It Is Still Freer. Polyphonic Makes Full Use Of Cadence, Rime, Alliteration, Assonance.

Life Is A Stream On Which We Strew Petal By Petal The Flower Of Our Heart.

Happiness, To Some, Is Elation; To Others It Is Mere Stagnation.