and he began to understand what a wild game we play in life; he began to understand that a thing once done cannot be undone nor changed by saying "I am sorry!

Here then, as I lay down the pen and proceed to seal up my confession, I bring the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end.

Once you are married, there is nothing left for you, not even suicide.

Lastly (and this is, perhaps, the golden rule), no woman should marry a man who does not smoke.

Each has his own tree of ancestors, but at the top of all sits Probably Arboreal.

Well, well, Henry James is pretty good, though he is of the nineteenth century, and that glaringly.

I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin.