This is not writing at all. Indeed, I could say that Shakespeare surpasses literature altogether, if I knew what I meant.

Soup is cuisines kindest course

But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.

I [who] am perpetually making notes in the margin of my mind for some final statement.

Life's bare as a bone.

A light here required a shadow there.

King old ladies assure us that cats are often the best judges of character. A cat will always to to a good man, they say.