Many pains are imaginary, but all joys are real.
The writer is always courted by invitations from the all-too- familiar.
Consciousness is our only reprieve from Time.
A skyscraper is a boast in glass and steel.
The Lady: a fluty voice, sensible shoes, a melancholy sense of living by rules few still remember.
Treat unhappiness as a defect and fewer would embrace it.