To Think Is To Be Sick.

One's Life Is Peculiar To One's Own When One Has Invented It.

Life Is Not To Be Told, Call It As Loud As You Like, It Will Not Tell Itself.

I Have Been Loved,' She Said, 'by Something Strange, And It Has Forgotten Me.

An Image Is A Stop The Mind Makes Between Uncertainties.

What Is A Ruin But Time Easing Itself Of Endurance?