It's Love That Makes The World Go

Merely Corroborative Detail, Intended To Give Artistic Verisimilitude To An Otherwise Bald And Unconvincing Narrative.

If You're Anxious To Shine In The High Aesthetic Line As A Man Of Culture Rare, You Must Get Up All The Germs Of The Transcendental Terms, And Plant Them Everywhere.

Posterity Will Know As Little Of Me As I Know Of Posterity.

I See No Objection To Stoutness, In Moderation.

See How The Fates Their Gifts Allot, For A Is Happy-b Is Not. Yet B Is Worthy, I Dare Say, Of More Prosperity Than A.