Never Look Backwards Or You'll Fall Down

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

Not Only Do Words Infect, Egotize, Narcotize, And Paralyze, But They Enter Into And Colour The Minutest Cells Of The Brain. . . .

The Toad Beneath The Harrow Knows Exactly Where Each Tooth Point Goes.

I Have No Gift Of Words, But I Speak The Truth.

At Twenty The Things For Which One Does Not Care A Damn Should, Properly, Be Many.