The English Are Crooked As A Nation

Historians Tell The Story Of The Past, Novelists The Story Of The Present.

Sickness Sensitizes Man For Observation, Like A Photographic Plate.

Today I Begin To Understand What Love Must Be, If It Exists... When We Are Parted, We Each Feel The Lack Of The Other Half Of Ourselves. We Are Incomplete Like A Book In Two Volumes Of Which The First Has Been Lost. That Is What I Imagine Love To Be: Incompleteness In Absence.

I Feel Sure That Coups D'état Would Go Much Better If There Were Seats, Boxes, And Stalls So That One Could See What Was Happening And Not Miss Anything.

Genius Is The Talent Of A Person Who Is Dead.