Better hope deferred than none.

Absolute virtue is as sure to kill a man as absolute vice is, let alone the dullness of it and the pomposities of it.

If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead.

How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones?

Imagination at wit's end spreads its sad wings.

Enough. Sudden enough. Sudden all far. No move and sudden all far. All least. Three pins. One pinhole. In dimmost dim. Vasts apart. At bounds of boundless void. Whence no farther. Best worse no farther. Nohow less. Nohow worse. Nohow naught. Nohow on.

Abode where lost bodies roam each searching for its lost one.