There Never Was A War That Was

One Writes Because One Has A Burning Desire To Objectify What It Is Indispensable To One's Happiness To Express.

I, Too, Dislike It. Reading It, However, With A Perfect Contempt For It, One Discovers In It, After All, A Place For The Genuine.

O To Be A Dragon, A Symbol Of The Power Of Heaven-of Silk-worm Size Or Immense; At Times Invisible. Felicitous Phenomenon!

Hindered Characters / Seldom Have Mothers / In Irish Stories, But They All Have Grandmothers.

I Believe Verbal Felicity Is The Fruit Of Ardor, Of Diligence, And Of Refusing To Be False.