Moments Of Their Secret Life Together Burst

That Ideal Reader Suffering From An Ideal Insomnia.

A Man's Errors Are His Portals Of Discovery.

Each Lost Soul Will Be A Hell Unto Itself, The Boundless Fire Raging In Its Very Vitals.

I Did Not Know Whether I Would Ever Speak To Her Or Not Or, If I Spoke To Her, How I Could Tell Her Of My Confused Adoration. But My Body Was Like A Harp And Her Words And Gestures Were Like Fingers Running Upon The Wires.

Shaw's Works Make Me Admire The Magnificent Tolerance And Broadmindedness Of The English.