Our Hideous Progeny

by C.E. McGill

I do believe that a person’s absence in a house can be felt just as strongly as their presence.

“One ought not to dig things up from the ground and say they’re yours for ever just because you found them,”

when one was offered a miracle just out of reach, was it not worth stretching to grasp it?

The middle of the night is the ripest time, I have found, for making resolutions.

Every man is Shakespeare when he’s the only one in London with a pen.

drowning men could not afford principles,

war was the most civilized form of murder there was.