No Person Is Ever Good For Much,

We Are Complex, And Therefore, In Our Natural State, Inconsistent, Beings, And The Opinion Of This Hour Need Not Be The Opinion Of The Next.

I Cut A Hole In My Heart And Wrote With The Blood.

We Live Merely On The Crust Or Rind Of Things.

Where Nature Is Sovereign, There Is No Need Of Austerity And Self-denial.

I Have Nothing But Myself To Write About, No Facts, No Theories, No Opinions, No Adventures, No Sentiments, Nothing But My Own Poor Barren Individualism, Of Considerable Interest To Me, But I Do Not Know Why I Should Presume It Will Be So To You. Egotism Is Not Tiresome, Or It Ought Not To Be, If One Is Sincere About Oneself; But It Is So Hard To Be Sincere. Well, Never Mind, I Mean To Be, And You Know Me Well Enough To See Through Me When I Am Humbugging.