Adjectives Are The Potbelly Of Poetry.

There Is A Great Deal Of Difference In Believing Something Still, And Believing It Again.

From Beginning To End Wilde Performed His Life And Continued To Do So Even After Fame Had Taken The Plot Out Of His Own Hands.

About Suffering They Were Never Wrong, The Old Masters.

Those Who Hate To Go To Bed Fear Death; Those Who Hate To Get Up Fear Life.

That The Speech Of Self-disclosure Should Be Translatable Seems To Me Very Odd, But I Am Convinced That It Is. The Conclusion That I Draw Is That The Only Quality Which All Human Being Without Exception Possess Is Uniqueness: Any Characteristic, On The Other Hand, Which One Individual Can Be Recognized As Having In Common With Another, Like Red Hair Or The English Language, Implies The Existence Of Other Individual Qualities Which This Classification Excludes.