Martyred Many Times Must Be Who Would

I Hate People But I Love Gatherings.

Please Give Me Some Good Advice In Your Next Letter. I Promise Not To Follow It.

Cut If You Will With Sleep's Dull Knife, The Years From Off Your Life, My Friend! The Years That Death Takes Off My Life, He'll Take From Off The Other End!

Progress-progress Is The Dirtiest Word In The Language-who Ever Told Us- And Made Us Believe It-that To Take A Step Forward Was Necessarily, Was Always A Good Idea?

I Am Not A Tentative Person. Whatever I Do, I Give Up My Whole Self To It.