Self-respecting People Do Not Care To Peep

Hearts That Are Delicate And Kind And Tongues That Are Neither - These Make The Finest Company In The World.

Thank Heavens, The Sun Has Gone In And I Don’t Have To Go Out And Enjoy It.

Those Who Talk On The Razor-edge Of Double-meanings Pluck The Rarest Blooms From The Precipice On Either Side.

It Is Through The Cracks In Our Brains That Ecstasy Creeps In.

An Echo Of Music, A Face In The Street, The Wafer Of The New Moon, A Wanton Thought - Only In The Iridescence Of Things The Vagabond Soul Is Happy.