Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.

Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dealer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come Again in this identical guise.

I have a naturally camp sensibility and a camp sense of humour. I love the icons that gay people love.