If rape or arson, poison or the knife
Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff
Of this drab canvas we accept as life -
It is because we are not bold enough!

“Hypocrite reader -- my fellow -- my brother!”

“I am but little disposed to put things in writing. One almost always regrets do…”

“I know that pain is the one nobility / upon which Hell itself cannot encroach”

“How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But rememberi…”