Anguish Of Suspense Made Men Even Desire

The Bed Comprehends Our Whole Life, For We Were Born In It, We Live In It, And We Shall Die In It

The Public Is Composed Of Numerous Groups Whose Cry To Us Writers Is: 'comfort Me.' 'amuse Me.' 'touch My Sympathies.' 'make Me Sad.' 'make Me Dream.' 'make Me Laugh.' 'make Me Shiver.' 'make Me Weep.' 'make Me Think.'

Our Memory Is A More Perfect World Than The Universe: It Gives Back Life To Those Who No Longer Exist.

A Sick Thought Can Devour The Body's Flesh More Than Fever Or Consumption.

The Kiss Itself Is Immortal. It Travels From Lip To Lip, Century To Century, From Age To Age. Men And Women Garner These Kisses, Offer Them To Others And Then Die In Turn.