The Ancients Called Beauty The Flowering Of

A Man's Style Is His Mind's Voice. Wooden Minds, Wooden Voices.

My Tongue Is Prone To Lose The Way,not So My Pen, For In A Letterwe Have Not Better Things To Say,but Surely Put Them Better.

What I Need Is Someone Who Will Make Me Do What I Can.

The Subject Is Said To Have The Property Of Making Dull Men Eloquent.

Is There A Difference? Yes. We Are In Harmony With Nature, But Never At Peace.