If There Be A Regal

My Theory Is To Enjoy Life, But My Practice Is Against It.

The True Poet Dreams Being Awake.

Separate From The Pleasure Of Your Company, I Don't Much Care If I Never See Another Mountain In My Life.

So Near Are The Boundaries Of Panegyric And Invective, That A Worn-out Sinner Is Sometimes Found To Make The Best Declaimer Against Sin. The Same High-seasoned Descriptions Which In His Unregenerate State Served To Inflame His Appetites, In His New Province Of A Moralist Will Serve Him (a Little Turned) To Expose The Enormity Of Those Appetites In Other Men.

I Love To Lose Myself In Other Men's Minds.... Books Think For Me.