I Had The Pleasure Of Meeting That

How Sad, Ye Gods, How Sad The World Is At Evening, How Mysterious The Mists Over The Swamps! You Will Know It When You Have Wandered Astray In Those Mists, When You Have Suffered Greatly Before Dying, When You Have Walked Through The World Carrying An Unbearable Burden. You Know It Two When You Are Weary And Ready To Leave This Earth Without Regret; Its Mists; Its Swamps And Its Rivers; Ready To Give Yourself Into The Arms Of Death With A Light Heart, Knowing That Death Alone Can Comfort You.

Manuscripts Don't Burn.

This Twenty-year-old Boy Was Distinguished From Childhood By Strange Qualities, A Dreamer And An Eccentric. A Girl Fell In Love With Him, And He Went And Sold Her To A Brothel.

There's Only One Degree Of Freshness — The First, Which Makes It Also The Last

Not Fooling Around, Not Bothering Nobody, Just Sitting Here Mending The Primus," Said The Cat With A Hostile Frown, "and, Moreover, I Consider It My Duty To Warn You That The Cat Is An Ancient, Inviolable Animal.