Dead Scandals Form Good Subjects For Dissection.

That Music In Itself, Whose Sounds Are Song, The Poetry Of Speech.

If I Don't Write To Empty My Mind, I Go Mad.

I Awoke One Day To Find Myself Famous.

A Thirst For Gold, The Beggar's Vice, Which Can But Overwhelm The Meanest Hearts.

Mark! Where His Carnage And His Conquests Cease, He Makes A Solitude And Calls It-peace!