If We Tried To Sink The Past

Foolishness And Criticism Are So Apt, Do So Naturally Go Together!

God Keeps A Niche In Heaven, To Hold Our Idols; And Albeit He Brake Them To Our Faces, And Denied That Our Close Kisses Should Impair Their White,-- I Know We Shall Behold Them Raised, Complete, The Dust Swept From Their Beauty, Glorified, New Memnons Singing In The Great God-light.

What I Do And What I Dream Include Thee, As The Wine Must Taste Of Its Own Grapes.

Books Are Men Of Higher Stature, And The Only Men That Speak Aloud For Future Times To Hear.

The English Have A Scornful Insular Way Of Calling The French Light.