Any Fool Can Turn A Blind Eye

All I Know Is What The Words Know, And Dead Things, And That Makes A Handsome Little Sum, With A Beginning And A Middle And An End, As In The Well-built Phrase And The Long Sonata Of The Dead.

We Are Not Saints, But We Have Kept Our Appointment. How Many People Can Boast As Much?

Unhappy, But Not Unhappy Enough.

Habit Is The Ballast That Chains The Dog To His Vomit.

But It Seems Impossible To Speak And Yet Say Nothing, You Think You Have Succeeded, But You Always Overlook Something.