Perhaps Misguided Moral Passion Is Better Than

Every Artist Is An Unhappy Lover. And Unhappy Lovers Want To Tell Their Story.

Evil Soon Makes Tools Out Of Those Who Don't Hate It.

There Is Nothing Like The Bootless Solitude Of Those Who Are Caged Together.

We Are All The Judges And The Judged, Victims Of The Casual Malice And Fantasy Of Others, And Ready Sources Of Fantasy And Malice In Our Turn. And If We Are Sometimes Accused Of Sins Of Which We Are Innocent, Are There Not Also Other Sins Of Which We Are Guilty And Of Which The World Knows Nothing?

Emotions Really Exist At The Bottom Of The Personality Or At The Top. In The Middle They Are Acted. This Is Why All The World Is A Stage.