Vores's settings fit Torgove's voice like a knife's sheath; they are alert to the harmony of every poem and to every shift of tonality within.
One never knows when one is old for certain.
But I had been in love pretty often and I didn't think it stood the wear and tear.
Dead news like dead love has no phoenix in its ashes.
The dangerous thing about hate is that it seems so reasonable.
Isn't the fear of pain next brother to pain itself?
One's palate is reborn every morning!
Big fish eat small fish with as much right as they have power.
To "know thyself" must mean to know the malignancy of one's own instincts and to know, as well, one's power to deflect it.
Do what you think is right and apologize later.
We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising.