The More Sparingly We Make Use Of

Water Cannot Rise Higher Than Its Source, Neither Can Human Reason.

Pity Is Best Taught By Fellowship In Woe.

Iago's Soliloquy - The Motive-hunting Of A Motiveless Malignity - How Awful It Is!

What If You Slept? And What If, In Your Sleep, You Went To Heaven And There Plucked A Strange And Beautiful Flower? And What If,when You Awoke,you Had The Flower In Your Hand? Ah, What Then?

The Spirit Of Poetry, Like All Other Living Powers, Must Of Necessity Circumscribe Itself By Rules, Were It Only To Unite Power With Beauty.