Contempt Is Egotism In Ill- Humor.

Cant Is The Parrot Talk Of A Profession.

A Falsehood Is, In One Sense, A Dead Thing; But Too Often It Moves About, Galvanized By Self-will, And Pushes The Living Out Of Their Seats.

A Savage Place! As Holy And Enchanted/as E'er Beneath The Waning Moon Was Haunted/by Woman Wailing For Her Demon Lover!

My Case Is A Species Of Madness, Only That It Is A Derangement Of The Volition, And Not Of The Intellectual Faculties.

Water Cannot Rise Higher Than Its Source, Neither Can Human Reason.