Oh I am very weary Though tears no longer flow My eyes are tired of weeping My heart is sick of woe.
Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away.
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.
I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I...
Gotta break your neck to see a star in this yard.
The dreadful truth is that when people come to see their MP they have run...
When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the...
