A Good Writer Possesses Not Only His

Happiness: Being Able To Forget Or, To Express In A More Learned Fashion.

Our Sense Of The Tragic Waxes And Wanes With Our Sensuality.

Industriousness And Conscientiousness Are Often At Odds, Because Industriousness Wants To Pick The Still Sour Fruit From The Tree,while Conscientiousness Lets It Hang There Too Long, Until It Falls And Bruises.

I Love Him Who Desireth Not Too Many Virtues. One Virtue Is More Of A Virtue Than Two, Because It Is More Of A Knot For One's Destiny To Cling To.

It Is The Powerful Who Know How To Honour, It Is Their Art, Their Domain For Invention.