Compose With Utter Freedom And Edit With

Gossip Is The Opiate Of The Oppressed.

Is There Not An Arabick Proverb Which Goes, 'no One Throws Stones At A Barren Tree'?

What Was Time But A Convention, A Habit Of Mind, A Custom Of Dress?

You Must Find The Right Voice (or Voices) For The Timbre That Can Convince A Reader To Give Himself Up To You.

Love Is Serene And Calm