I'm Afraid There's Nothing We Can Do

I Must Play The Instrument I've Got.

You Have One Of Two Choices. Either You Can Panic And Start Making Frantic Attempts To Reform Under The Glare Of These Awful Critical Eyes, Or You Can Just Say, "the Hell With You! I Know What I'm Doing. If You Don't Yet, It's Because You Haven't Given Me An Attentive Reading.

It Is A Joy To Be Choked With Thought.

A Man Must Have Limits And Cannot Give In To The Wild Desires To Be Everything And Everyone And Everything To Everyone.

It Would Not Be Practical For Her To Hate Herself. Luckily, God Sends A Substitute, A Husband.