Your Tears Come Easy, When You're Young,

I Say What Other People Only Think, And When All The Rest Of The World Is In A Conspiracy To Accept The Mask For The True Face, Mine Is The Rash Hand That Tears Off The Plump Pasteboard And Shows The Bare Bones Beneath.

Not The Shadow Of A Doubt Crossed My Mind Of The Purpose For Which The Count Had Left The Theatre. His Escape From Us, That Evening, Was Beyond All Question The Preliminary Only To His Escape From London. The Mark Of The Brotherhood Was On His Arm-i Felt As Certain Of It As If He Had Shown Me The Brand; And The Betrayal Of The Brotherhood Was On His Conscience-i Had Seen It In His Recognition Of Pesca.

Let The Music Speak To Us Of Tonight, In A Happier Language Than Our Own.

The Mystery Which Underlies The Beauty Of Women Is Never Raised Above The Reach Of All Expression Until It Has Claimed Kindred With The Deeper Mystery In Our Own Souls.

Where Is The Woman Who Has Ever Really Torn From Her Heart The Image That Has Been Once Fixed In It By A True Love? Books Tell Us That Such Unearthly Creatures Have Existed - But What Does Our Own Experiences Say In Answer To Books?