To Love Without Criticism Is To Be

For Most People, Life Is Nasty, Brutish, And Short; For Me, It Has Simply Been Nasty And Brutish.

Love Is The First Lie; Wisdom The Last.

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.

I Can Draw And Write, And You'd Be Foolish Not To Hire Me.

Youth Is Cause, Effect Is Age; So With The Thickening Of The Neck We Get Data.