All His Faults Are Such That One

He Who Fights And Runs Away May Live To Fight Another Day.

Taste Is The Power Of Relishing Or Rejecting Whatever Is Offered For The Entertainment Of The Imagination.

Vain, Very Vain, My Weary Search To Find That Bliss Which Only Centers In The Mind.

Silence Gives Consent.

Write How You Want, The Critic Shall Show The World You Could Have Written Better.