Who Cares How Time Advances? I Am

Grammar Is The Analysis Of Language.

That Single Thought Is Enough. The Impulse Increases To A Wish, The Wish To A Desire, The Desire To An Uncontrollable Longing, And The Longing (to The Deep Regret And Mortification Of The Speaker, And In Defiance Of All Consequences,) Is Indulged.

There Are Some Secrets Which Do Not Permit Themselves To Be Told.

Truth Is Not Always In A Well. In Fact, As Regards The More Important Knowledge, I Do Believe That She Is Invariably Superficial. The Depth Lies In The Valleys Where We Seek Her, And Not Upon The Mountain-tops Where She Is Found.

Quaff, Oh Quaff This Kind Nepenthe, And Forget This Lost Lenore!