It Sounded As If The Streets Were

Behavior Is What A Man Does, Not What He Thinks, Feels, Or Believes.

Vinnie Rocks Her Garden And Moans That God Won't Help Her. I Suppose He Is Too Busy Getting Angry With The Wicked Every Day.

I Have An Appetite For Silence.

Enough Is So Vast A Sweetness I Suppose It Never Occurs.

What Fortitude The Soul Contains, That It Can So Endure The Accent Of A Coming Foot- The Opening Of A Door.