After A Day Of Rain The Sun

Nothing Is More Consuming, Or More Illogical, Than The Desire For Remembrance.

The Attraction Of Horror Is A Mental, Or Even An Intellectual, Excitement, But The Fascination Of The Repulsive, So Noticeable Incontemporary Writing, Can Spring Openly From Some Rotted Substance Within Our Civilization.

After A Day Of Rain The Sun Came Out Suddenly At Five O'clock And Threw A Golden Bar Into The Deep Victorian Gloom Of The Front Parlour

Borrowed Illusions Are Better Than None.

Women Love With Their Imagination And Men With Their Senses.