A Man In Armor Is His Armor's

What A Thing Friendship Is - World Without End.

'tis Only When They Spring To Heaven That Angels Reveal Themselves To You.

Genius Has Somewhat Of The Infantine; But Of The Childish Not A Touch Or Taint.

Pleasure Must Succeed To Pleasure, Else Past Pleasure Turns To Pain

Ever Judge Of Men By Their Professions. For Though The Bright Moment Of Promising Is But A Moment, And Cannot Be Prolonged, Yet If Sincere In Its Moment's Extravagant Goodness, Why, Trust It, And Know The Man By It, I Say,- Not By His Performance; Which Is Half The World's Work, Interfere As The World Needs Must With Its Accidents And Circumstances: The Profession Was Purely The Man's Own. I Judge People By What They Might Be,- Not Are, Nor Will Be.