What You Get Free Costs Too Much.

Beauty, Real Beauty, Is Something Very Grave. If There Is A God, He Must Be Partly That.

Inspiration? - A Hoax Fabricated By Poets For Their Self-importance.

An Ugly Sight, A Man Who Is Afraid.

Obligations, Hatreds, Injuries; What Did I Expect My Memories To Be? I Was Forgetting Remorse. Now I Have A Complete Past.

One Can Make One's Life A Complete Misery, Worrying About Burglaries And Shipwrecks, But Ask Anyone, Anyone You Know ... Earth-shattering Disasters And Fabulous Inheritances All Seems To Take Place Exclusively In The Newspapers.