Condemned and executioner with aren't coupled in a primitive rite.

I'm not very good at being alive. Sometimes I despair of ever mastering it, getting it right. When I'm old, perhaps.

No one is ever ordinary.

Condemned and executioner with aren't coupled in a primitive rite.

It's very selfish when I write. I'm not aware, ever, of writing for another person; I'm not even really aware of writing for myself.

A rose by any other name Would get the blame For being what it is-- The colour of a kiss, The shadow of a flame. A rose may earn another name, So call it love; So call it love I will, And love is like the sea, Which changes constantly, And yet is still The same.

The humble were the elect of God. Did not the priests teach so, in their gemmed, kingly robes, from their towering pulpits?