The Only Safe Enemy Was A Headless

Every Twinge Of Sensation, Even Of Agony, Was A Negation Of Death.

The Printed Page Was Like Wine To Me.

What Is Death But A Traversing Of Eternities And A Crossing Of Cosmic Oceans?

It Is Not Pleasant To Come Upon Death In A Lonely Place At Midnight.

Civilized Men Are More Discourteous Than Savages Because They Know They Can Be Impolite Without Having Their Skulls Split, As A General Thing.