I Hate The Word 'ought' - It

To Be Rude Is As Good As Being Clever.

A Preface Is A Species Of Literary Luxury, Where An Author, Like A Lover, Is Privileged To Be Egotistical.

What Is Life? A Gulf Of Troubled Waters, Where The Soul, Like A Vexed Bark, Is Tossed Upon The Waves Of Pain And Pleasure By The Wavering Breath Of Passions.

The Past Is Perpetual Youth To The Heart.

My Tears Are Buried In My Heart, Like Cave-locked Fountains Sleeping.