Sorrow Is A Fruit. God Does Not

As A Means Of Contrast With The Sublime, The Grotesque Is, In Our View, The Richest Source That Nature Can Offer.

Ah," Cried Gavroche, "what Does This Mean? It Rains Again! ...if This Continues, I Withdraw My Subscription.

Symmetry Is Tedious, And Tedium Is The Very Basis Of Mourning. Despair Yawns.

The Aim Of Art Is Almost Divine: To Bring To Life Again If It Is Writing History, To Create If It Is Writing Poetry.

O Youth! Thou Often Tearest Thy Wings Against The Thorns Of Voluptuousness.