I Can Draw And Write, And You'd

A Man Is Whole Only When He Takes Into Account His Shadow As Well As Himself - And What Is A Man's Shadow But His Upright Astonishment?

I Talk Too Much Because I Have Been Made So Miserable By What You Are Keeping Hushed.

I Have Been Loved,' She Said, 'by Something Strange, And It Has Forgotten Me.

We Are Adhering To Life Now With Our Last Muscle - The Heart.

Dreams Have Only The Pigmentation Of Fact.