The Reality Is More Excellent Than The

We Are Made Aware That Magnitude Of Material Things Is Relative, And All Objects Shrink And Expand To Serve The Passion Of The Poet. Thus, In His Sonnets, The Lays Of Birds, The Scents And Dyes Of Flowers, He Finds To Be The Shadow Of His Beloved; Time, Which Keeps Her From Him, Is His Chest; The Suspicion She Has Awakened, Is Her Ornament

Neither You Nor The World Knows What You Can Do Until You Have Tried.

Beauty Is The Virtue Of The Body As Virtue Is The Beauty Of The Soul

Slavery Is An Institution For Converting Men Into Monkeys.

I Once Heard A Preacher Who Sorely Tempted Me To Go To Church No More.