What Do I Know Of

It's Impossible I Should Have A Mind And I Have One

I Don't Know Why I Told This Story. I Could Just As Well Have Told Another. Perhaps Some Other Time I'll Be Able To Tell Another. Living Souls, You Will See How Alike They Are.

Habit Is A Compromise Effected Between The Individual And His Environment, Or Between The Individual And His Own Organic Eccentricities, The Guarantee Of A Dull Inviolability, The Lightning-conductor Of His Existence.

The Sky Sinks In The Morning, This Fact Has Been Insufficiently Observed.

That Desert Of Loneliness And Recrimination That Men Call Love.