It is the dread of something happening, something unknown and dreadful, that makes us do anything to keep the flicker of talk from dying out.
Logan Pearsall SmithOur names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior.
Logan Pearsall SmithAn echo of music, a face in the street, the wafer of the new moon, a wanton thought - only in the iridescence of things the vagabond soul is happy.
Logan Pearsall Smith