He Who Does Not Lie Does Not

The Higher You Ascend, The Smaller You Appear To The Eye Of Envy. But Most Of All They Hate Those Who Fly.

I Love Him Who Maketh His Virtue His Inclination And Destiny: Thus, For The Sake Of His Virtue, He Is Willing To Live On, Or Live No More.

Tragedy Is Dead! Poetry Itself Died With It! Away, Away With You, Puny, Stunted Imitators! Away With You To Hades, And Eat Your Fill Of The Old Masters' Crumbs!

Pardon Me, My Friends, I Have Ventured To Paint My Happiness On The Wall.

It Was A Subtle Refinement Of God To Learn Greek When He Wished To Write A Book – And That He Did Not Learn It Better.