He Thinks I Look Alike!

The Admission Fee Was A Viper's Tongue And A Half-concealed Stiletto. It Was A Sort Of Intellectual Slaughterhouse.

Send Two Dozen Roses To Room 424 And Put "emily, I Love You" On The Back Of The Bill.

Why Should I Care About Posterity? What's Posterity Ever Done For Me?

The First Thing Which I Can Record Concerning Myself Is, That I Was Born. These Are Wonderful Words. This Life, To Which Neither Time Nor Eternity Can Bring Diminution - This Everlasting Living Soul, Began. My Mind Loses Itself In These Depths.

I Refuse To Join Any Club That Would Have Me As A Member.