Sleep with me sleep with my dogs-

It might be the doing of Satan, in whom Aaron anxiously believed with all of his being except, perhaps, his mind.

There are dozens of young poets and fictioneers most of them a little insane in the tradition of James Joyce, who, however insane they may be, have refused to be genteel and traditional and dull.

Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.

Thus Carol hit upon the tragedy of old age, which is not that it is less vigorous than youth, but that it is not needed by youth.

She was snatched back from a dream of far countries, and found herself on Main Street.

Men die, but the plutocracy is immortal; and it is necessary that fresh generations should be trained to its service.