Contemporary Criticism Only Represents The Amount Of

What Is Love? It Is That Powerful Attraction Towards All That We Conceive, Or Fear, Or Hope Beyond Ourselves.

In The Infancy Of Society Every Author Is Necessarily A Poet

The Galilean Is Not A Favorite Of Mine. So Far From Owing Him Any Thanks For His Favor, I Cannot Avoid Confessing That I Owe A Secret Grudge To His Carpentership.

I Love Tranquil Solitude.

Cold Hopes Swarm Like Worms Within Our Living Clay.