The stratagems by which briefly youameliorated, even seeminglyuntwisted what still twists within you —you loved their taste and lay thereon your sidenursing like a puppy.

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Though the body is itsgenesis, a poem is the vision of a p

We are punished by our sins, not for them.

'Help me,' Allison says, but she is soft-spoken, and everyone she loves is so far away.

So often people tell me: you got me through this, you've really helped me. And I never realized that part of what I do is that I give people hope.

That man has missed something who has never left a brothel at sunrise feeling like throwing himself into the river out of pure disgust.

All beauty that surrounds us must one day perish.

Not that I'm against sneaking some notions into people's heads upon occasion. (Or blasting them in outright.

If you can't turn yourself into your customer, you probably shouldn't be in the ad writing bsuiness at all.

Believe flatterers and you're lost; believe your enemies and you despair.

The risk that is involved in trusting is stepping forth with willingness with a knowing that you can lose something or fail, and doing it anyways

Remember, Lady Godiva put all she had on a horse and she lost her shirt!