Romances I Ne'er Read Like Those I

In Itself A Thought, A Slumbering Thought Is Capable Of Years; And Curdles A Long Life Into One Hour.

A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions... Think.

Admire, Exult, Despise, Laugh, Weep For Here There Is Such Matter For All Feelings: Man! Thou Pendulum Betwixt A Smile And Tear.

One Hates An Author That's All Author.

Pleasure's A Sin, And Sometimes Sin's A Pleasure.