All Thinking Men Are Atheists.

My Life Used To Be Full Of Everything. Now If You Aren't With Me I Haven't A Thing In The World.

How Lazily The Sun Goes Down In Granada, It Hides Beneath The Water, It Conceals In The Alhambra!

A Writer Without A Sense Of Justice Or Injustice Would Be Better Off Editing The Yearbook For A School For Exceptional Children.

Oh, Darling, I've Been So Miserable.

You’ll Ache. And You’re Going To Love It. It Will Crush You. And You’re Still Going To Love All Of It.