Remembrance Of Our Kiss Brings

Any Literature, When It Arrives At Being Good Literature, Transcends Genre.

Ideals Do Exist, The Rest Is Just Temporary Interruption.

I'm Not An Intellectual, I'm Just A Writer.

Because I Had Goodwill For All, I Thought All Were My Friends. And Then I Learned Of Treachery, That Some Preferred My End. It Wasn't The Goodwill I Felt That Made Someone A Friend. What Handy Day, The One I Learned The Meaning Of The Word. How Good To Know My Enemies (though Their Reasons Are Absurd!)

Sometime Is That Appointment, The Final One To Meet. Let's Color All With Love, For Time Is Naught But Fleet.