My Dull Brain Was Wrought With Things

To Show An Unfelt Sorrow Is An Office Which The False Man Does Easy.

Some Are Born Great, Some Achieve Greatness, And Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them.

Love's Not Time's Fool, Though Rosy Lips And Cheeks Within His Bending Sickle's Compass Come; Love Alters Not With His Brief Hours And Weeks, But Bears It Out Even To The Edge Of Doom. If This Be Error And Upon Me Prov'd, I Never Writ, Nor No Man Ever Lov'd.

Literature Is A Comprehensive Essence Of The Intellectual Life Of A Nation.

Let Us Not Burden Our Remembrances With A Heaviness That's Gone.