A sick thought can devour the body's flesh more than fever or consumption.
Broad daylight does not encourage the apprehension of horror.
It is the lives we encounter that make life worth living.
Conversation. What is it? A Mystery! It's the art of never seeming bored, of touching everything with interest, of pleasing with trifles, of being fascinating with nothing at all.
I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
If I could, I would stop the passage of time. But hour follows on hour, minute on minute, each second robbing me of a morsel of myself for the nothing of tomorrow. I shall never experience this moment again.