The house clock, place certain there at the bottom of things, strikes the half hour dry and null. All is so much, all is so deep, all is so dark and cold!

I sleep and I unsleep. On the other side of me, beyond where I lie down, the silence of the house touches infinity. I hear time falling, drop by drop, and no f…

I pass times, I pass silences, formless worlds pass me by.

I'm all those things, even though I don't want to, in the confuse depth of my fatal sensibility.

He sipped at a weak hock and seltzer As he gazed at the London skies Through the Nottingham lace of the curtains Or was it his bees-winged eyes?

A man who would be a success the world must first of all be a judge of moods, for untimely speeches will offend the ears and hurt the feelings of others, and s…

The lazy leaden-stepping Hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace.