I Believe Verbal Felicity Is

What I Write Could Only Be Called Poetry Because There Is No Other Category To Put It.

The Enslaver Is Enslaved, The Hater, Harmed.

He Who Gives Quickly Gives Twice / In Nothing So Much As In A Letter.

A Writer Is Unfair To Himself When He Is Unable To Be Hard On Himself.

Maine Should Be Pleased That Its Animal Is Not A Waverer, And Rather Than Fight, Lets The Primed Quill Fall. Shallow Oppressor, Intruder, Insister, You Have Found A Resister.