I had this story from one who had no business to tell it to me, or to any other.

They say that none of us exists, except in the imagination of his fellows, other than as an intangible, invisible mentality.

Were there no desire there would be no virtue, and because one man desires what another does not, who shall say whether the child of his desire be Vice or Virtue?

She did not admire him any more than she had. It was merely that she considered him the Lesser of two evils.

I write to escape; to escape poverty.

Death, only, renders hope futile.