Since We Hate The Same People, We

We Make Some Changes. But Mostly Changes Make Us.

Every Life Has A Love Story, Even Though The Beloved May Be Imaginary, Or A Cat.

Flatter Me, But Delicately, Please, For I Am Fastidious.

Men And Women Would Be Even More Unhappy If They Really Understood One Another.

The Tranquility Of My Room Partakes Too Much Of Forest Lawn.