Music, The Knife Without A Hilt.

I Would Give You My Soul In A Blackberry Pie; And A Knife To Cut It With.

And Habits Are Hell's Own Substitute For Good Intentions. Habits Are The Ruin Of Ambition, Of Initiative , Of Imagination. They're The Curse Of Marriage And The After-bane Of Death.

After I Convinced Them That I Was A Harmless Novelist, I Actually Got Them To Give Me A Tour Of The Harem - Which Is Usually Off Limits For Tourists.

He Regards Boredom, I Observe, As The One And Mighty Enemy Of His Soul. And Will Succeed In Conquering It, I Am Sure—if He Survives The Experience.

Where Are The Links Of The Chain ... Joining Us To The Past?