A Scrupulous Man Will Never Produce A

Yesterday, Happiness Came In Suddenly, As It Used To, And Remained For A Moment In The Great, Dark, Silent Drawing Room.

Perhaps The Greatest Consolation Of The Oppressed Is To Consider Themselves Superior To Their Tyrants.

I Am Probably Exaggerating A Little, But I Owe My Equilibrium To Ink And Paper.

A Dish Around Which I See Too Many People Doesn't Tempt Me.

A Child's Fear Is A World Whose Dark Corners Are Quite Unknown To Grownup People; It Has Its Sky And Its Abysses, A Sky Without Stars, Abysses Into Which No Light Can Ever Penetrate.