Who Cares How Time Advances? I Am

Read This And Thought Of You: Through Joy And Through Sorrow, I Wrote. Through Hunger And Through Thirst, I Wrote. Through Good Report And Through Ill Report, I Wrote. Through Sunshine And Through Moonshine, I Wrote. What I Wrote It Is Unnecessary To Say. ~ Edgar Allen Poe

Marking A Book Is Literally An Experience Of Your Differences Or Agreements With The Author. It Is The Highest Respect You Can Pay Him.

The Customs Of The World Are So Many Conventional Follies.

And So, Being Young And Dipt In Folly, I Fell In Love With Melancholy.

In Efforts To Soar Above Our Nature, We Invariably Fall Below It.