I Must Create A System Or Be

Some Say That Happiness Is Not Good For Mortals, & They Ought To Be Answered That Sorrow Is Not Fit For Immortals & Is Utterly Useless To Any One; A Blight Never Does Good To A Tree, & If A Blight Kill Not A Tree But It Still Bear Fruit, Let None Say That The Fruit Was In Consequence Of The Blight.

God Forbid That Truth Should Be Confined To Mathematical Demonstration!

The Stars Are Threshed, And The Souls Are Threshed From Their Husks.

Do What You Will This Life's A Fiction, And Is Made Up Of Contradiction.

Mere Enthusiasm Is The All In All... / Passion And Expression Are Beauty Itself.