Accursed Be The City Where The Laws

Frienship Is Eros...without Wings

This Quiet Sail Is As A Noiseless Wing To Waft Me From Distraction.

There Is Music In All Things, If Men Had Ears.

There Is, In Fact, No Law Or Government At All; And It Is Wonderful How Well Things Go On Without Them.

As To Don Juan, Confess That It Is The Sublime Of That There Sort Of Writing; It May Be Bawdy, But Is It Not Good English? It May Be Profligate, But Is It Not Life, Is It Not The Thing? Could Any Man Have Written It Who Has Not Lived In The World? And Tooled In A Post-chaise? In A Hackney Coach? In A Gondola? Against A Wall? In A Court Carriage? In A Vis A Vis? On A Table? And Under It?