Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.

Life is beautiful, as long as it consumes you. When it is rushing through you, destroying you, life is gorgeous, glorious. It's when you burn a slow fire and save fuel, that life's not worth having.

While we live, let us live.

A house o' women is as dead as a house wi' no fire, to my thinkin'. I'm not a spider as likes to corner myself. I like a man about, if he's only something to snap at.

You can have your cake and eat it. But my God, it will go rotten inside you.

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.

Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!