There Is No Traitor Like Him Whose

One Of The Pleasures Of Reading Old Letters Is The Knowledge That They Need No Answer.

In Commitment, We Dash The Hopes Of A Thousand Potential Selves.

Bologna Is Celebrated For Producing Popes, Painters, And Sausage.

Be Thou The Rainbow In The Storms Of Life. The Evening Beam That Smiles The Clouds Away, And Tints Tomorrow With Prophetic Ray.

You Gave Me The Key To Your Heart, My Love, Then Why Did You Make Me Knock?