Those Who'll Play With Cats

I Must Speak The Truth, And Nothing But The Truth.

The Pen Is The Language Of The Soul; As The Concepts That In It Are Generated, Such Will Be Its Writings.

In Order To Attain The Impossible, One Must Attempt The Absurd.

There Are Men That Will Make You Books, And Turn Them Loose Into The World, With As Much Dispatch As They Would Do A Dish Of Fritters.

They Must Take Me For A Fool, Or Even Worse, A Lunatic. And No Wonder ,for I Am So Intensely Conscious Of My Misfortune And My Misery Is So Overwhelming That I Am Powerless To Resist It And Am Being Turned Into Stone, Devoid Of All Knowledge Or Feeling.