Reverence Is Fatal To Literature.

Words Deserted Him Immediately. He Could Only Speak When He Was Not Asked To.

I Don't Think Literature Will Be Purged Until Its Philosophic Pretentiousness Is Extruded, And I Shant Live To See That Purge, Nor Perhaps When It Has Happened Will Anything Survive.

Do We Find Happiness So Often That We Should Turn It Off The Box When It Happens To Sit There?

Love Felt And Returned, Love Which Our Bodies Exact And Our Hearts Have Transfigured, Love Which Is The Most Real Thing That We Shall Ever Meet, Reappeared Now As The World's Enemy, And She Must Stifle It.

Mistrust All Enterprises That Require New Clothes.