Life is painful, nasty and short.. in my case it has only been painful and nasty.

Love becomes the deposit of the heart, analogous in all degrees to the 'findings' in a tomb. As in one will be charted the taken place of the body, the raiment, the utensils necessary to its other life, so in the heart of the lover will be traced, as an indelible shadow, that which he loves.

Una's face was an unbroken block of calculation, saving where, upon her upper lip, a little down of hair fluttered. Yet it gave one an uncanny feeling. It made one think of a tassel on a hammer.

New York rose out of the water like a great wave that found it impossible to return again and so remained there in horror, peering out of the million windows man had caged it with.

Man is the only thing that has no further use after something goes amiss.

Youth is cause, effect is age; so with the thickening of the neck we get data.

And must I, perchance, like careful writers, guard myself against the conclusions of my readers?