Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.
Society is composed of two great classes those who have more dinners than...
When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the...
I get up at an unholy hour in the morning my work day is completed by the time the sun rises. I have a slightly bad back which has made an enormous contribution to American literature.
