What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupifies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it; only swallow it down.

I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.

Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.

We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.

A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.

There's no police like Holmes.

The intellectual imagination! With me all or not at all. NON SERVIAM!