It Is Very Iniquitous To

One Hates An Author That's All Author.

I Do Detest Everything Which Is Not Perfectly Mutual.

Fools Are My Theme, Let Satire Be My Song.

There Is No Traitor Like Him Whose Domestic Treason Plants The Poniard Within The Breast That Trusted To His Truth

I Live, But Live To Die: And, Living, See Nothing To Make Death Hateful, Save An Innate Clinging, A Loathsome And Yet All Invincible Instinct Of Life, Which I Abhor, As I Despise Myself, Yet Cannot Overcome — And So I Live. Would I Had Never Lived!