A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love. >>
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, the blood-dimmed tide is loosed >>
Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but s >>
For your born writer, nothing is so healing as the realization that he >>
A great writer creates a world of his own and his readers are proud to >>
Writers, you know, are the beggars of Western society. >>
The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.