Painting Was Called Silent Poetry And Poetry

I Think Sometimes Could I Only Have Music On My Own Terms, Could I Live In A Great City, And Know Where I Could Go Whenever I Wished The Ablution And Inundation Of Musical Waves, That Were A Bath And A Medicine.

The Way To Write Is To Throw Your Body At The Mark When Your Arrows Are Spent.

This Book Of Montaigne The World Has Endorsed By Translating It Into All Tongues.

Tis The Good Reader That Makes The Good Book; In Every Book He Finds Passages Which Seem Confidences Or Asides Hidden From All Else And Unmistakenly Meant For His Ear; The Profit Of Books Is According To The Sensibility Of The Reader; The Profoundest Thought Or Passion Sleeps As In A Mine, Until It Is Discovered By An Equal Mind And Heart.

A Great Licentiousness Treads On The Heels Of A Reformation.