Give Me A Bed And A Book

It Is The Wretchedness Of Being Rich That You Have To Live With Rich People.

Only Among People Who Think No Evil Can Evil Monstrously Flourish.

We Grow With Years More Fragile In Body, But Morally Stutter, And Can Throw Off The Chill Of A Bad Conscience Almost At Once.

All My Life, As Down An Abyss Without A Bottom. I Have Been Pouring Van Loads Of Information Into That Vacancy Of Oblivion I Call My Mind.

It Is A Matter Of Life And Death For Married People To Interrupt Each Others Stories; For It They Did Not, They Would Burst.