All I say is, nobody has any business to go around looking like a horse and behaving as if it were all right. You don't catch horses going around looking like people, do you?

Her mind lives tidily, apart from cold and noise and pain. And bolts the door against her heart, out wailing in the rain.

[Requesting her epitaph to read this way:] Excuse my dust.

It turns out that, at social gatherings, as a source of entertainment, conviviality, and good fun, I rank somewhere between a sprig of parsley and a single ice-skate.

The definition of eternity is two people and a ham.

If I should labor through daylight and dark, Consecrate, valorous, serious, true, Then on the world I may blazon my mark; And what if I don't, and what if I do?

The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.