Twohundredfifteen

The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor’s drunken soldiery...


Onehundredfiftytwo

Anger is like a storm rising up from the bottom of your consciousness....


Onehundredfortyseven

All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any...


Onehundredfortysix

Is not general incivility the very essence of love? JANE AUSTEN