No Two Things The Same, The Equals

Dostoevsky Is Such A Bad Writer It Is Hard To Take Him Seriously As A Novelist, Though He Is A Wonderful Philosopher.

That's One Of The Many Things I Hate About Life, That It's A Hideously Cliched Business.

The White May Blossom Swooned Slowly Into The Open Mouth Of The Grave.

Dogs Are Dim Creatures, Do Not Speak To Me Of Their Good Sense--have You Ever Heard Of A Team Of Tomcats Hauling A Sled Across The Frozen Wastes?

I Think I'm Less The Writer Than I'm The Written.