Blessed The Geniuses Who Know / That

Blessed The Geniuses Who Know / That Egomania Is Not A Duty.

... We Do Not Admire What We Cannot Understand.

A Man Is A Writer If All His Words Are Strung In Definite Sentence Sounds.

Beauty Is Everlasting And Dust Is For A Time.

Concurring Hands Divide Flax For Damask That When Bleached By Irish Weather Has The Silvered Chamois-leather Water-tightness Of A Skin.