Love Is The Enchanted Dawn Of Every

Life Is Too Short To Spare An Hour Of It In The Indulgence Of This Evil Passion.

Inspiration Is Solitary, Never Consecutive.

The Attractiveness That Exists To Man In The Very Helplessness Of Woman Is Scarcely Realized.

History Is Neither More Nor Less Than Biography On A Large Scale.

After His Blood, That Which A Man Can Next Give Out Of Himself Is A Tear.