They Give Birth Astride Of

In The Name Of Bacon Will You Chicken Me Up That Egg. Shall I Swallow Cave-phantoms?

The Short Winter’s Day Was Drawing To A Close. It Seems To Me Sometimes That These Are The Only Days I Have Ever Known, And Especially That Most Charming Moment Of All, Just Before Night Wipes Them Out.

I Had Little Talent For Happiness.

An Imaginative Adventure Does Not Enjoy The Same Corsets As Reportage.

Words Are The Clothes Thoughts Wear.