Our Passions Are True Phoenixes; As The

When I Say To The Moment Flying; 'linger A While -- Thou Art So Fair!' Then Bind Me In Thy Bonds Undying, And My Final Ruin I Will Bear!

The People Who Are Absent Are The Ideal; Those Who Are Present Seem To Be Quite Commonplace.

If You Lay Duties Upon People And Give Them No Rights, You Must Pay Them Well.

Writing Is Busy Idleness.

The Man Who Occupies The First Place Seldom Plays The Principal Part.