There Was A Brief Silence. I Think

The Pain Of Not Knowing What To Do Was Exceeded Only By That Of Knowing What I Had Done.

Professors Of Classics - Not Even A Professor Of English - Professors Of Classics, They're Something Sacred; It's Almost Like Being A Priest.

Something May Have Been Lost In Translation, But It Certainly Wasn't Love

There Was A Brief Silence. I Think I Heard Snow Falling.

True Love Comes Quietly, Without Banners Or Flashing Lights. If You Hear Bells, Get Your Ears Checked.