Why Is It That Whenever I Hear

The Heart Of The Jealous Knows The Best And Most Satisfying Love, That Of The Other's Bed, Where The Rival Perfects The Lover's Imperfections.

What Is A Ruin But Time Easing Itself Of Endurance?

My War Brought Me Many Things; Let Yours Bring You As Much. Life Is Not To Be Told, Call It As Loud As You Like, It Will Not Tell Itself. No One Will Be Much Or Little Except In Someone Else's Mind, So Be Careful Of The Minds You Get Into, And Remember Lady Macbeth, Who Had Her Mind In Her Hand. We Can't All Be As Safe As That.

The Truth Is How You Say It, And To Be 'one's Self' Is The Most Shocking Custom Of All.

We Are Beginning To Wonder Whether A Servant Girl Hasn't The Best Of It After All. She Knows How The Salad Tastes Without The Dressing, And She Knows How Life's Lived Before It Gets To The Parlor Door.