Once Upon A Midnight Dreary

You Will Observe That The Stories Told Are All About Money-seekers, Not About Money-finders.

Invisible Things Are The Only Realities.

Poetry Is The Rhythmical Creation Of Beauty In Words.

If I Venture To Displace ... The Microscopical Speck Of Dust... On The Point Of My Finger,... I Have Done A Deed Which Shakes The Moon In Her Path, Which Causes The Sun To Be No Longer The Sun, And Which Alters Forever The Destiny Of Multitudinous Myriads Of Stars.

To Die Laughing Must Be The Most Glorious Of All Glorious Deaths!