Laws Can Discover Sin, But Not Remove

He Who Destroys A Good Book Kills Reason Itself.

Sweet Bird, That Shun The Noise Of Folly, Most Musical, Most Melancholy!

Swinish Gluttony Never Looks To Heaven Amidst Its Gorgeous Feast; But With Besotted, Base Ingratitude, Cravens And Blasphemes His Feeder.

I Will Not Allow My Daughters To Learn Foreign Languages Because One Tongue Is Sufficient For A Woman.

A Shout That Tore Hell's Concave, And Beyond / Frightened The Reign Of Chaos And Old Night.