I Have Made No Money.

It Was Night, And The Rain Fell; And Falling, It Was Rain, But, Having Fallen, It Was Blood.

If A Man Deceives Me Once, Shame On Him; If He Deceives Me Twice, Shame On Me.

If The Propositions Of This Discourse Are Tenable, The "state Of Progressive Collapse" Is Precisely That State In Which Alone We Are Warranted In Considering All Things.

I Have, Indeed, No Abhorrence Of Danger, Except In Its Absolute Effect - In Terror.

The Eye, Like A Shattered Mirror, Multiplies The Images Of Sorrow