The Truth Is How You Say It,

Well, Isn't Bohemia A Place Where Everyone Is As Good As Everyone Else - And Must Not A Waiter Be A Little Less Than A Waiter To Be A Good Bohemian?

Life Is Painful, Nasty And Short.. In My Case It Has Only Been Painful And Nasty.

Dreams Have Only The Pigmentation Of Fact.

Una's Face Was An Unbroken Block Of Calculation, Saving Where, Upon Her Upper Lip, A Little Down Of Hair Fluttered. Yet It Gave One An Uncanny Feeling. It Made One Think Of A Tassel On A Hammer.

Destiny And History Are Untidy.