The Bereaved Had Never Any

A Great Many Men Are Mad, And No One Knows It. They Do Not Know It Themselves

Of Course I Despise Money When I Haven't Got Any. It's The Only Dignified Thing To Do.

I Have Wanted . . . To Commit A Murder Myself. I Recognized This As The Desire Of The Artist To Express Himself! . . . But-incongruous As It May Seem To Some-i Was Restrained And Hampered By My Innate Sense Of Justice. The Innocent Must Not Suffer.

Wonderful Things, Horses. Never Know What They Will Do, Or Won't Do.

An Ugly Voice Repels Me Where An Ugly Face Would Not.