What Is A Monster? A Being Whose

You Have To Make It Happen.

Man Was Born To Live With His Fellow Human Beings. Separate Him, Isolate Him, His Character Will Go Bad, A Thousand Ridiculous Affects Will Invade His Heart, Extravagant Thoughts Will Germinate In His Brain, Like Thorns In An Uncultivated Land.

Shakespeare's Fault Is Not The Greatest Into Which A Poet May Fall. It Merely Indicates A Deficiency Of Taste.

First Of All Move Me, Surprise Me, Rend My Heart; Make Me Tremble, Weep, Shudder; Outrage Me; Delight My Eyes Afterwards If You Can.

One May Demand Of Me That I Should Seek Truth, But Not That I Should Find It