One Should Never Be Ashamed To Cry.

We Can Refute Assertions, But Who Can Refute Silence?

He Would Make A Lovely Corpse.

He Knew Enough Of The World To Know That There Is Nothing In It Better Than The Faithful Service Of The Heart.

Prowling About The Rooms, Sitting Down, Getting Up, Stirring The Fire, Looking Out The Window, Teasing My Hair, Sitting Down To Write, Writing Nothing, Writing Something And Tearing It Up...

Bring In The Bottled Lightning, A Clean Tumbler, And A Corkscrew.