The Passion For Money Is Never Fickle.

All The Powers Of Imagination Combine In Hypochondria.

Publish In Haste And Repent At Leisure.

In The Great Cities, Winter Glitters With Art And Feasting. But Poetry, The Country Cousin, Sees Only The Dearth Of The Fields.

I Tried Self-sacrifice A Couple Of Times In My Youth.

The Absolute Has Moved Into The Fortress Of The Absurd.