We could have saved sixpence. We could have saved fivepence. But at what cost?

The essential doesn't change.

I did not want to write, but I had to resign myself to it in the end.

Words are all we have.

We are all born; some remain so.

I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of — how shall I say, I don’t know.

To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?