Writing Was A Chimney For My Blazing

Only One Person In A Thousand Knows The Trick Of Really Living In The Present.

Hope Is A Talent Like Any Other.

There Is A Stage In Any Misery When The Victim Begins To Find A Deep Satisfaction In It.

She Did Not So Much Cook As Assassinate Food.

A Nation Has Honor Precisely As It Has Fleas - On This Or That Body. The Statesman Who Talks Of Honor - Unless He Means Something Else, Quite Different - Is A Rogue.