People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.
Writing every day is a way of keeping the engine running, and then something good may come out of it.
Till Human voices wake us, and we drown.
I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones.
Those who say they give the public what it wants begin by underestimating public taste and end by debauching it.
One starts an action simply because one must do something.