The Fundamental Evil Of The World Arose

In Blissful Dream, In Silent Night, There Came To Me, With Magic Might, With Magic Might, My Own Sweet Love, Into My Little Room Above.

A Blaspheming Frenchman Is A Spectacle More Pleasing To The Lord Than A Praying Englishman.

If The Romans Had Been Obliged To Learn Latin, They Would Never Have Found Time To Conquer The World.

At First I Was Almost About To Despair, I Thought I Never Could Bear It — But I Did I Bear It. The Question Remains: How?

The Artist Is The Child In The Popular Fable, Every One Of Whose Tears Was A Pearl.