Sincerity Is Not A Spontaneous Flower Nor

That Lovely Voice; How I Should Weep For Joy If I Could Hear It Now!

It Is Wise To Apply The Oil Of Refined Politeness To The Mechanisms Of Friendship.

The Word 'pure' Has Never Revealed An Intelligent Meaning To Me. I Can Only Use The Word To Quench An Optical Thirst For Purity In The Transparencies That Evoke It - In Bubbles, In A Volume Of Water, And In The Imaginary Latitudes Entrenched, Beyond Reach, At The Very Center Of A Dense Crystal.

Time Spent With A Cat Is Never Wasted.

I Have Found My Voice Again And The Art Of Using It.