Well May Your Heart Believe

I Am Thinking,’ He Remarked Quietly, ’whether I Shall Add To The Disorder In This Room, By Scattering Your Brains About The Fireplace.

It Is The Nature Of Truth To Struggle To The Light.

I Roused Myself From The Book Which I Was Dreaming Over Rather Than Reading, And Left My Chambers To Meet The Cool Night Air In The Suburbs.

I Say What Other People Only Think, And When All The Rest Of The World Is In A Conspiracy To Accept The Mask For The True Face, Mine Is The Rash Hand That Tears Off The Plump Pasteboard And Shows The Bare Bones Beneath.

I Used To Attend Scientific Experiments When I Was A Girl At School. They Invariably Ended In An Explosion. If Mr. Jennings Will Be So Very Kind, I Should Like To Be Warned Of The Explosion This Time. With A View To Getting It Over, If Possible, Before I Go To Bed.