Literary Party: A Traffic Jam Of The

Whence, If Ever, Shall Come The Actualityof A Voice Speaking The Mind's Knowing,the Sunlight Bright On The Green Windowshade,and The Self Articulate, Affectionate, And Flowing,ease, Warmth, Light, The Utter Showing,when In The White Bed All Things Are Made.

All Literature Is An Effort At The Formal Character Of The Epigram.

Time Is The School In Which We Learn, Time Is The Fire In Which We Burn.

I Always Cause Those Who Are Near To Me More Suffering Than Pleasure.

Literature Doesn't Matter! The Only Thing That Matters Is Money And Getting Your Teeth Fixed!