Good Luck Befriend Thee, Son;

With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy Red, Love's Proper Hue.

The Greatest Burden In The World Is Superstition, Not Only Of Ceremonies In The Church, But Of Imaginary And Scarecrow Sins At Home.

Biochemically, Love Is Just Like Eating Large Amounts Of Chocolate.

What Neat Repast Shall Feast Us, Light And Choice, Of Attic Taste?

Sabrina Fair, Listen Where Thou Art Sitting Under The Glassy, Cool, Translucent Wave, In Twisted Braids Of Lilies Knitting The Loose Train Of Thy Amber-dropping Hair.