All Human Power Is A Compound Of

Old Maids Claw As Cats Do. They Not Only Inflict Wounds But Experience Pleasure In Doing So. Nor Will They Fail To Remind Their Victims Of The Blood Drawn.

Are Not Poets Men Who Fulfill Their Hopes Prematurely?

There Is Nothing Original; All Is Reflected Light.

It's Catastrophies Which Turn Wise And Strong People Into Philosophers.

What Is Motherhood Save Nature In Her Most Gladsome Mood?