Lord Of Himself; That Heritage Of Woe!

Oh That The Desert Were My Dwelling-place, With One Fair Spirit For My Minister

Better To Sink Beneath The Shock Than Moulder Piecemeal On The Rock!

Friendship May, And Often Does, Grow Into Love, But Love Never Subsides Into Friendship.

Mont Blanc Is The Monarch Of Mountains; They Crown'd Him Long Ago On A Throne Of Rocks, In A Robe Of Clouds, With A Diadem Of Snow.

A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions... Think.