The Ability To Forget A Sorrow Is

Aunts Are Discreet, A Little Shy / By Instinct. They Forbear To Pry.

A Lady Is Smarter Than A Gentleman, Maybe, She Can Sew A Fine Seam, She Can Have A Baby, She Can Use Her Intuition Instead Of Her Brain, But She Can't Fold A Paper In A Crowded Train.

It's Hard / Keeping Up With The Avant-garde.

Kindness Is A Virtue Neither Modern Nor Urban. One Almost Unlearns It In A City. Towns Have Their Own Beatitude; They Are Not Unfriendly; They Offer A Vast And Solacing Anonymity Or An Equally Vast And Solacing Gregariousness. But One Needs A Neighbor On Whom To Practice Compassion.

What In Me Is Pure Conviction Is Simple Prejudice In You.