The Enslaver Is Enslaved, The Hater, Harmed.

I Wonder What Adam And Eve Think Of It By This Time.

Any Writer Overwhelmingly Honest About Pleasing Himself Is Almost Sure To Please Others.

We Don't Like Flowers That Do Not Wilt; They Must Die, And Nine She-camel Hairs Aid Memory.

I'm Troubled. I'm Dissatisfied. I'm Irish.

O To Be A Dragon, A Symbol Of The Power Of Heaven-of Silk-worm Size Or Immense; At Times Invisible. Felicitous Phenomenon!