Boston: Their Hotels Are Bad. Their Pumpkin

I Remained Too Much Inside My Head And Ended Up Losing My Mind.

If I Venture To Displace ... The Microscopical Speck Of Dust... On The Point Of My Finger,... I Have Done A Deed Which Shakes The Moon In Her Path, Which Causes The Sun To Be No Longer The Sun, And Which Alters Forever The Destiny Of Multitudinous Myriads Of Stars.

Yes, Heaven Is Thine; But This Is A World Of Sweets And Sours; Our Flowers Are Merely—flowers.

The Scariest Monsters Are The Ones That Lurk Within Our Souls.

No Man Who Ever Lived Knows Any More About The Hereafter Than You And I.