I Have Written A Wicked Book, And

I Would Prefer Not To.

All Profound Things, And Emotions Of Things Are Preceded And Attended By Silence.

Be Sure Of This, O Young Ambition, All Mortal Greatness Is But Disease.

The Path To My Fixed Purpose Is Laid With Iron Rails Whereon My Soul Is Grooved To Run

In Their Precise Tracings-out And Subtle Causations, The Strongest And Fieriest Emotions Of Life Defy All Analytical Insight.