Our Bones Ache Only While

After All, It Is Not Where One Washes One's Neck That Counts But Where One Moistens One's Throat.

I Have Been Loved,' She Said, 'by Something Strange, And It Has Forgotten Me.

The Unendurable Is The Beginning Of The Curve Of Joy.

This Head Has Risen Above Its Hair In A Moment Of Abandon Known Only To Men Who Have Drawn Their Feet Out Of Their Boots To Walk Awhile In The Corridors Of The Mind.

Well, Isn't Bohemia A Place Where Everyone Is As Good As Everyone Else - And Must Not A Waiter Be A Little Less Than A Waiter To Be A Good Bohemian?