Ignorance Is The Softest Pillow On Which

All The World Knows Me In My Book, And My Book In Me.

My Business Is Only To Keep Myself In Motion, Whilst Motion Pleases Me; I Only Walk For The Walk's Sake.

Who So Hath His Mind On Taking, Hath It No More On What He Taketh.

Confidence In Others' Honesty Is No Light Testimony Of One's Own Integrity.

Poetry Reproduces An Indefinable Mood That Is More Amorous Than Love Itself. Venus Is Not So Beautiful All Naked, Alive, And Panting, As She Is Here In Virgil.