More is happening out there than we are aware of. It is possibly due to some unknown direful circumstance.

All the things you can talk about in anyone's work are the things that are least important.

Having got into bed and turned out the light, I quietly burst into tears because I am not a good person. As they came and went for some minutes, I was concerned with the words following 'because' in the previous sentence, rewriting them over and over in my head until they seemed to be as close to the truth as it was possible for me to make them.

The Suicide, as she is falling, Illuminated by the moon, Regrets her act, and finds appalling The thought she will be dead so soon.

Some tiny creature, mad with wrath, is coming nearer on the path.

I should like a parsley sandwich. To the best of my knowledge they are not in season.

If you're doing nonsense it has to be rather awful, because there'd be no point.