‎there's No Way To Cheat A Sensualist

I Didn’t Look To The Shore Much After This First Long And Memorable Glimpse. I Looked Up At Heaven And Her Court Of Mythical Creatures Fixed Forever In The All Powerful And Inscrutable Stars. Ink Black Was The Night Beyond Them, And They So Like Jewels That Old Poetry Came Back To Me, The Sound Even Of Hymns Sung Only By Men.

The Thing Should Have Plot And Character, Beginning, Middle And End. Arouse Pity And Then Have A Catharsis. Those Were The Best Principles I Was Ever Taught.

We Would Make Our Heroes Shallow.... We Would Make Them Brittle. It Is They Who Must Remind Us Of The True Meaning Of Strength.

Dickens Is A Very Underrated Writer At The Moment. Everyone In His Time Admired Him But I Think Right Now He's Not Spoken Of Enough.

In The Very Depths Of Hell, Do Not Demons Love One Another?