Hate Is Ravening Vulture Beaks

Moon! Moon! I Am Prone Before You. Pity Me,and Drench Me In Loneliness.

I Should Like To Bring A Case To Trial: Prosperity Versus Beauty, Cash Registers Teetering In A Balance Against The Comfort Of The Soul.

A Man Must Be Sacrificed Now And Again To Provide For The Next Generation Of Men.

Happiness, To Some, Is Elation; To Others It Is Mere Stagnation.

A Black Cat Among Roses, Phlox, Lilac-misted Under A Quarter Moon, The Sweet Smells Of Heliotrope And Night-scented Stock. The Garden Is Very Still. It Is Dazed With Moonlight, Contented With Perfume.