It's well we cannot hear the screams we make in other people's dreams.
Books, Cats, Life is Good.
The helpful thought for which you look Is written somewhere in a book.
The Suicide, as she is falling, Illuminated by the moon, Regrets her act, and finds appalling The thought she will be dead so soon.
If you're doing nonsense it has to be rather awful, because there'd be no point.
My favorite journey is looking out the window.