A Lazy Frost, A Numbness Of The

Of All The Tyrannies On Human Kind The Worst Is That Which Persecutes The Mind.

Heaven Be Thanked, We Live In Such An Age, When No Man Dies For Love, But On The Stage.

Even Victors Are By Victories Undone.

Fiction Is Of The Essence Of Poetry As Well As Of Painting; There Is A Resemblance In One Of Human Bodies, Things, And Actions Which Are Not Real, And In The Other Of A True Story By Fiction.

Silence In Times Of Suffering Is The Best.