Habit Is A Great Deadener.

We Are Not Saints, But We Have Kept Our Appointment. How Many People Can Boast As Much?

Personally I Have No Bone To Pick With Graveyards.

If I Had The Use Of My Body, I Would Throw It Out The Window.

Dying For Dark — And The Darker The Worse. Strange.

There Are Two Moments Worthwhile In Writing, The One When You Start And The Other When You Throw It In The Waste-paper Basket.