Affection is like bread, unnoticed till we starve, and then we dream of it, and sing of it, and paint it, when every urchin in the street has more than he can eat.
Just a turn of the doorknob, and there lies freedom.
My business is circumference.
A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die
I must go in, the fog is rising.
We meet no Stranger, but Ourself.