Nothing Can Come Of Nothing.

This Is The Very Coinage Of Your Brain: This Bodiless Creation Ecstasy.

A Woman That Is Like A German Clock, Still A-repairing, Ever Out Of Frame, And Never Going Aright, Being A Watch, But Being Watched That It May Still Go Right!

Beshrew The Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan.

Experience Is By Industry Achieved, And Perfected By The Swift Course Of Time.

Thou Hast Most Traitorously Corrupted The Youth Of The Realm In Erecting A Grammar School.