Do I believe in ghosts? No, but I'm afraid of them.

The first step is the hardest.

Do I believe in ghosts? No, but I'm afraid of them.

I hear nothings, I speak nothings, I take interest in nothing and from nothing to nothing I travel gently down the dull way which leads to becoming nothing.

Impromptu thoughts are mental wild-flowers.

. . . everything seems insupportable to me. This may very well be because I am insupportable myself.

Heed the still small voice that so seldom leads us wrong, and never into folly.