A Million Candles Have Burned Themselves Out.

Me Volví Loco, Con Largos Intervalos De Horrible Cordura.

To Vilify A Great Man Is The Readiest Way In Which A Little Man Can Himself Attain Greatness.

...if You Do Not Take It Up With You In Some Way, I Shall Be Under The Necessity Of Breaking Your Head With This Shovel

Books, Indeed, Were His Sole Luxuries

In For Ever Knowing, We Are For Ever Blessed; But To Know All Were The Curse Of A Fiend