The Hands Are The Heart's Messengers.

I'm Troubled. I'm Dissatisfied. I'm Irish.

The Mind Is An Enchanting Thing Is An Enchanted Thing, Like The Glaze On A Katydid-wing Subdivided By Sun Till The Nettings Are Legion.

If Technique Is Of No Interest To A Writer, I Doubt That The Writer Is An Artist.

Unconfusion Submits Its Confusion To Proof; It's Not A Herod's Oath That Cannot Change.

Your Thorns Are The Best Part Of You.