The sky has grown completely black,It’s time to think of turning back.
If something doesn't creep into a drawing that you're not prepared for, you might as well not have drawn it.
I don't know what it is I'm doing. But it's not that. Despite all evidence to the contrary.
He wrote it all down Zealously.
Apropos of nothing at all except that it has been on my mind and I think I had better say it because it accounts for a good deal of my behaviour. There is a strong streak in me that wishes not to exis...
Such excess of passionis quite out of fashion
A lady both callous and brashMet a man with a vast black moustache;She cried, 'Shave it, O do!And I'll put it with glueOn my hat as a sort of panache.
There was a young woman whose stammerWas atrocious, and so was her grammar,But they were not improvedWhen her husband was movedTo knock out her teeth with a hammer.
Mr. Earbrass has rashly been skimming through the early chapters, which he had not looked at for months, and now sees for what it is. Dreadful, , DREADFUL. He must be mad to go on enduring the unexqu...
What is, is, and what might have been could never have existed.
There was a young woman named FleagerWho was terribly, terribly eagerTo be all the rage On the tragedy stage, Though her talents were pitifully meagre.
I thought it was going to be different;It turned out to be(,) just the same.
When they answered the bell on that wild winter night. There was no one expected - and no one in sight.
When people are finding meaning in things - beware.