Only In A Novel Are All Things

She Had Borne So Long The Cruelty Of Belonging To Him And Not Being Claimed By Him.

Men And Women Should Stay Apart, Till Their Hearts Grow Gentle Towards One Another Again.

Sleep Seems To Hammer Out For Me The Logical Conclusions Of My Vague Days, And Offer Them To Me As Dreams.

In The Dust Where We Have Buried The Silent Races And Their Abominations We Have Buried So Much Of The Delicate Magic Of Life.

When Love Turns Into Dust, Money Becomes The Substitution.