I Hate The Word 'ought' - It

No Hour Arrives So Soon As The One We Dread.

Habit Is Our Idea Of Eternity.

Sneering Springs Out Of The Wish To Deny; And Wretched Must That State Of Mind Be That Wishes To Take Refuge In Doubt.

Alas! The Praise Given To The Ear Ne'er Was Nor Ne'er Can Be Sincere.

Words Alike Make The Destiny Of Empires And Of Individuals. Ambition, Love, Hate, Interest, Vanity, Have Words For Their Engines, And Need None More Powerful. Language Is A Fifth Element - The One By Which All The Others Are Swayed.