The only man, woman, or child who wrote a simple declarative sentence with seven grammatical errors "is dead."

As small as a world as large as alone.

You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Nothing recedes like progress.

love is the every only god

An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects

I was too tired to think. I merely felt the town as a unique unreality. What was it? I knew -- the moon's picture of a town. These streets with their houses did not exist, they were but a ludicrous projection of the moon's sumptuous personality. This was a city of Pretend, created by the hypnotism of moonnight. -- Yet when I examined the moon she too seemed but a painting of a moon and the sky in which she lived a fragile echo of color. If I blew hard the whole shy mechanism would collapse gently with a neat soundless crash. I must not, or lose all.