What Is A Ruin But

A Man Is Whole Only When He Takes Into Account His Shadow As Well As Himself - And What Is A Man's Shadow But His Upright Astonishment?

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

We Are Adhering To Life Now With Our Last Muscle - The Heart.

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

Our Bones Ache Only While The Flesh Is On Them.