In Museums And Palaces We Are Alternate

When I Am Wicked I Am In High Spirits.

Life Is A Predicament Which Precedes Death.

She Feels In Italics And Thinks In Capitals.

The Only Obligation To Which In Advance We May Hold A Novel, Without Incurring The Accusation Of Being Arbitrary, Is That It Be Interesting.

Don’t Underestimate The Value Of Irony—it Is Extremely Valuable.