I Do Not Believe In Belief.

This Solitude Opressed Her; She Was Accustomed To Have Her Thoughts Confirmed By Others Or, At All Events, Contradicted; It Was Too Dreadful Not To Know Whether She Was Thinking Right Or Wrong.

The Strong Are So Stupid.

Adventures Do Occur, But Not Punctually.

Our Final Experience, Like Our First, Is Conjectural. We Move Between Two Darkness's.

There Are Occasions When I Would Rather Feel Like A Fly Than A Spider.