'That,' I said, 'would be a blessing. There are so many things I'd like to forget I hardly know what would be left standing, if I ever got started.'

Her handwriting in these pencilled jottings, made forty-five years ago, is exactly as it is today: this makes me suspect, when I am not with her, that she is a…

On Melbourne summer mornings the green trams go rolling in stately progress down tunnels thick with leaves: the bright air carries along the avenue their patie…

'It's rather like a Poe story, isn't it,' said Patrick luxuriously, unfocusing his eyes. 'A person sees the chance of a better life passing by, and he makes as…

Saw my reflection, covered in glass. How It reminds me of you. ~ 'Turn Of The Century'

The difference between the past and present selves of the same individual is so great as to make them different persons for all moral purposes. That single fac…

Of writing many books there is no end; And I who have written much in prose and verse For others' uses, will write now for mine,- Will write my story for my be…