A Good Rule For Writers: Do Not

Men Have Ascribed To God Imperfections That They Would Deplore In Themselves.

It's Very Hard To Be A Gentleman And A Writer.

It Is Well Known That Beauty Does Not Look With A Good Grace On The Timid Advances Of Humour.

This Love Was A Torment, And He Resented Bitterly The Subjugation In Which It Held Him; He Was A Prisoner And He Longed For Freedom. Sometimes He Awoke In The Morning And Felt Nothing; His Soul Leaped, For He Thought He Was Free; He Loved No Longer; But In A Little While, As He Grew Wide Awake, The Pain Settled In His Heart, And He Knew That He Was Not Cured Yet.

When A Woman Loves You She's Not Satisfied Until She Possesses Your Soul. Because She's Weak, She Has A Rage For Domination, And Nothing Less Will Satisfy Her.