Lord, Heap Miseries Upon Us Yet Entwine

Pity Is The Feeling Which Arrests The Mind In The Presence Of Whatesoever Is Grave And Constant In Human Sufferings And Unites It With The Human Sufferer.

That Ideal Reader Suffering From An Ideal Insomnia.

The Studious Silence Of The Library ... Thought Is The Thought Of Thought. Tranquil Brightness.

Man And Woman, Love, What Is It? A Cork And A Bottle.

One Great Part Of Every Human Existence Is Passed In A State Which Cannot Be Rendered Sensible By The Use Of Wideawake Language, Cutanddry Grammar And Goahead Plot.