Nothing Is So Good As It Seems

I Carry My Unwritten Poems In Cipher On My Face!

Selfish— A Judgment Readily Passed By Those Who Have Never Tested Their Own Power Of Sacrifice.

But Is It What We Love, Or How We Love, That Makes True Good?

The World Is Full Of Hopeful Analogies And Handsome, Dubious Eggs, Called Possibilities.

Whatever May Be The Success Of My Stories, I Shall Be Resolute In Preserving My Incognito, Having Observed That A Nom De Plume Secures All The Advantages Without The Disagreeables Of Reputation.