The True Character Of Epistolary Style Is

Sexes. One Has The Look Of A Wound, The Other Of Something Skinned.

Thoughts There Are, That Need No Embodying, No Form, No Expression. It Is Enough To Hint At Them Vaguely; A Word, And They Are Heard And Seen.

Slander Is The Solace Of Malignity.

Living Requires But Little Life; Doing Requires Much.

Heaven Is For Those Who Think Of It.