Men Are Lenses Through Which We Read

I Think No Virtue Goes With Size;the Reason Of All Cowardiceis, That Men Are Overgrown,and, To Be Valiant, Must Come Downto The Titmouse Dimension.

For, Whom The Muses Smile Upon, And Touch With Soft Persuasion, His Words Like A Storm-wind Can Bring Terror And Beauty On Their Wing; In His Every Syllable Lurketh Nature Veritable.

The Essence Of Friendship Is Entireness, A Total Magnanimity And Trust.

The Invariable Mark Of Wisdom Is To See The Miraculous In The Common.

Do What You Know And Perception Is Converted Into Character.