Caricature is rough truth.
Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.
A human act once set in motion flows on forever to the great account. Our deathlessness is in what we do, not in what we are.
The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.
That rarest gift to Beauty, Common Sense!
Woman's reason is in the milk of her breasts.