I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that's the only way of insuring one's immortality.

My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.

My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.

For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers.

So you need hardly spell me how every word will be bound over to carry three score and ten toptypsical readings throughout the book of Doublends Jined.

Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.