Bad Taste Is A Species

All Good Writing Leaves Something Unexpressed.

Love Delights In Paradoxes. Saddest When It Has Most Reason To Be Gay, Sighs Are The Signs Of Its Deepest Joy, And Silence Is The Expression Of Its Yearning Tenderness.

It Is Our Relation To Circumstances That Determines Their Influence Upon Us.

Better Freedom With A Crust, Than Slavery With Every Luxury.

Earth Took Her Shining Station As A Star, In Heaven's Dark Hall, High Up The Crowd Of Worlds.