Love drips & gathers, but the fallen blood Shall calm her sores..." -Thomas, The Force that through the green fuse drives the flower.

I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.

And now, gentlemen, like your manners, I must leave you.

The land of my fathers. My fathers can have it.

Go on thinking that you don't need to be read and you'll find that it may become quite true: no one will feel the need tom read it because it is written for yourself alone; and the public won't feel any impulse to gate crash such a private party.

To begin, at the beginning.