Romanticism Is The Abuse Of Adjectives

Taxes Are A Universal Burden In Moral As Well As In Civil Life. There Is Not A Pleasure, Social Or Otherwise, Which Is Not Assessed By Fate At Its Full Value!

You’re Like A Lighthouse Shining Beside The Sea Of Humanity, Motionless: All You Can See Is Your Own Reflection In The Water. You’re Alone, So You Think It’s A Vast, Magnificent Panorama. You Haven’t Sounded The Depths. You Simply Believe In The Beauty Of God’s Creation. But I Have Spent All This Time In The Water, Diving Deep Into The Howling Ocean Of Life, Deeper Than Anyone. While You Were Admiring The Surface, I Saw The Shipwrecks, The Drowned Bodies, The Monsters Of The Deep

Look At The Sun! It’s Dry, It’s Dead, It Needs A Drink, It Wants Blood! And I’ll Give It Blood!

The Apartments Of The Rich Are Cabinets Of Curiosities: A Conglomeration Of Classical Antiquity, Gothic, Renaissance; Louis Xiii... Something From Every Century But Our Own, A Predicament That Has Arisen In No Other Period... So That We Seem To Be Subsisting On The Ruins Of The Past, As If The End Of The World Were Near.

Oh! My Friend, When You Feel Bursting On Your Lips The Vow Of Eternal Love, Do Not Be Afraid To Yield, But Do Not Confound Wine With Intoxication; Do Not Think The Cup Divine Because The Draft Is Of Celestial Flavor; Do Not Be Astonished To Find It Broken And Empty In The Evening.