Everything For Me Becomes Allegory

An Oasis Of Horror In A Desert Of Boredom.

Life Is A Hospital In Which Every Patient Is Possessed By A Desire To Change His Bed.

The Pleasure We Derive From The Representation Of The Present Is Due, Not Only To The Beauty It Can Be Clothed In, But Also To Its Essential Quality Of Being The Present.

Multitude, Solitude: Equal And Interchangeable Terms For The Active And Prolific Poet.

It Is Good Sometimes That The Happy Of This World Should Learn, Were It Only To Humble Their Foolish Pride For An Instant, That There Are Higher, Wider, And Rarer Joys Than Theirs.