In Times When Nothing Stood But Worsened,

Life And Literature Is A Question Of What One Thrills To, And Further Than That No Man Shall Ever Go Without Putting His Foot In A Turd.

Death: The Anaesthetic From Which None Come Round.

Walk With The Dead For Fear Of Death.

I Work All Day, And Get Half-drunk At Night.

The Chromatic Scale Is What You Use To Give The Effect Of Drinking A Quinine Martini And Having An Enema Simultaneously.