No Woman Dresses Below Herself

Literature Is A Bad Crutch, But A Good Walking-stick.

A Babe Is Fed With Milk And Praise.

We Are Nothing; Less Than Nothing, And Dreams. We Are Only What Might Have Been, And Must Wait Upon The Tedious Shores Of Lethe Millions Of Ages Before We Have Existence, And A Name.

His Voice Was The Most Obnoxious Squeak I Ever Was Tormented With.

Man Is A Gaming Animal.