A Squalid Phantasmagoria Of Breath

Of All Natural Forces, Vitality Is The Incommunicable One. . . . Vitality Never "takes." You Have It Or You Haven't It, Like Health Or Brown Eyes Or A Baritone Voice.

Life Cracked Like Ice!

I've Been Drunk For About A Week Now, And I Thought It Might Sober Me Up To Sit In A Library.

As We Passed Over The Dark Bridge Her Wan Face Fell Lazily Against My Coat's Shoulder And The Formidable Stroke Of Thirty Died Away With The Reassuring Pressure Of Her Hand.

Human Sympathy Has Its Limits.