Death is so near and simple

I felt as though a vast, endless scream passed through nature

“Stick to books that are in the public domain,” they said

He was meek and lowly, but here was little else than pride and pomp

Is the present truly more real than the past?

My imagination is dead, my genius lost, my energies sleep

Yes, I liked him, and I’m glad I won’t be seeing him again

A breast-feeding Mother will not be tolerated

Charlie swings but hasn’t got right sound yet

Poor little Mary MacLane!

Prisons make hundreds of brutally unjust mistakes every day

Never home

A prehistoric, early man, guttural grunt

Love is the most beautiful thing in the world

To hell with all of them

There lived a redheaded man

The shells have begun falling

The same ballets, season after season

The black fit

The loss of a few years of gnarled old age does not oppress me

New Year Resolutions

To day has bin a memorable day