The Intimacy Of Love Absolves Us Of

Symbolism Erects A Facade Of Respectability To Hide The Indecency Of Dreams.

To Understand A Literary Style, Consider What It Omits.

My Father Was A Patriarch Inside A Matriarchy, But Never Knew It.

Narcissus Weeps To Find That His Image Does Not Return His Love.

Fame Is Fickle, But Obscurity Is Usually Faithful To The End.