For 'tis Not In Mere Death That

I Would Confide To You Perhaps My Secret Profession Of Faith - Which Is ... Which Is ... That Let Us Say And Do What We Please And Can ... There Is A Natural Inferiority Of Mind In Women - Of The Intellect ... Not By Any Means, Of The Moral Nature - And That The History Of Art And Of Genius Testifies To This Fact Openly.

The Tyrant Should Take Heed To What He Doth, Since Every Victim-carrion Turns To Use, And Drives A Chariot, Like A God Made Wroth, Against Each Piled Injustice.

Souls Are Gregarious In A Sense, But No Soul Touches Another, As A General Rule.

Gaze Up At The Stars Knowing That I See The Same Sky And Wish The Same Sweet Dreams.

God Himself Is The Best Poet, And The Real Is His Song.