Poor People Never, Or Hardly Ever, Ask

There's No Tyrant Like A Brain.

I Crawled Back Into Myself All Alone, Just Delighted To Observe That I Was Even More Miserable Than Before, Because I Had Brought A New Kind Of Distress And Something That Resembled True Feeling Into My Solitude.

Our Journey Is Entirely Imaginary. That Is Its Strength.

History Doesn't Pass The Dishes Again.

When You Stay Too Long In The Same Place, Things And People Go To Pot On You, They Rot And Start Stinking For Your Special Benefit.