Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact. - Djuna Barnes

Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them.

"Every hour is my last, and," she said desperately,"one can't live one's last hour all one's life!"

What do you listen to in the Protestant church? To the words of a man who has been chosen for his eloquence — and not too eloquent either, mark you, or he get’s the bum’s rush from the pulpit, for fear that in the end he will use his golden tongue for political ends. For a golden tongue is never satisfied until it has wagged itself over the destiny of a nation, and this the church is wise enough to know.