A Rush Of Thoughts Is The Only

My Life Is Not An Apology, But A Life.

Let The Words Be Gazetted And Ridiculous Henceforward.

I Can Find My Biography In Every Fable That I Read.

If Thou Fill Thy Brain With Boston And New York, With Fashion And Covetousness, And Wilt Stimulate Thy Jaded Senses With Wine And French Coffee, Thou Shalt Find No Radiance Of Wisdom In The Lonely Waste Of The Pinewoods.

Truth Is Handsomer Than The Affectation Of Love. Your Goodness Must Have Some Edge To It, Else It Is None.