He Loved Books; Books Are Cold But

If People Did Not Love One Another, I Really Don't See What Use There Would Be In Having Any Spring.

Everything Bows To Success, Even Grammar.

A Day Will Come When A Cannon Will Be Exhibited In Museums, Just As Instruments Of Torture Are Now, And The People Will Be Astonished That Such A Thing Could Have Been.

The Ode Lives Upon The Ideal, The Epic Upon The Grandiose, The Drama Upon The Real.

At The Moment When Her Eyes Closed, When All Feeling Vanished In Her, She Thought That She Felt A Touch Of Fire Imprinted On Her Lips, A Kiss More Burning Than The Red-hot Iron Of The Executioner.