The Lower One's Vitality, The More Sensitive

People Who Insist On Telling Their Dreams Are Among The Terrors Of The Breakfast Table.

Fate Weaves The Darkness, Which Is Perhaps Why She Weaves So Badly.

There Is Much Virtue In A Window. It Is To A Human Being As A Frame Is To A Painting, As A Proscenium To A Play, As 'form' To Literature. It Strongly Defines Its Content.

Death Cancels All Engagements.

It Is Easier To Confess A Defect Than To Claim A Quality.