I...kisss The Tender Inward Of Thy Hand.

That Affable Familiar Ghost Which Nightly Gulls Him With Intelligence.

Sometimes, Less Is More.

Romeo: Courage, Man; The Hurt Cannot Be Much. Mercutio: No, 'tis Not So Deep As A Well, Nor So Wide As A Church-door; But 'tis Enough, 'twill Serve. Ask For Me Tomorrow, And You Shall Find Me A Grave Man.

Their Manners Are More Gentle, Kind, Than Of Our Human Generation You Shall Find.

Full Many A Glorious Morn I Have Seen Flatter The Mountain-tops With Sovereign Eye, Kissing With Golden Face The Meadows Green, Gilding Pale Streams With Heavenly Alchemy.