Anybody Who Preserves The Ability

I Have Hardly Anything In Common With Myself And Should Stand Very Quietly In A Corner, Content That I Can Breathe.

Human Nature, Essentially Changeable, As Unstable As The Dust, Can Endure No Restraint; If It Binds Itself It Soon Begins To Tear Madly At Its Bonds, Until It Rends Everything Asunder, The Wall, The Bonds, And Its Very Self.

I, However, Cannot Force Myself To Use "meat Drugs" To Cheat On My Loneliness.

We All Have Wings, But They Have Not Been Of Any Avail To Us And If We Could Tear Them Off, We Would Do So.

In Argument Similes Are Like Songs In Love; They Describe Much, But Prove Nothing.