There Are No Truths, Only Moments Of

I Have Never Known A Greater Miracle, Or Monster, Than Myself.

My Home...it Is My Retreat And Resting Place From Wars, I Try To Keep This Corner As A Haven Against The Tempest Outside, As I Do Another Corner In My Soul.

In Truth, The Care And Expense Of Our Fathers Aims Only At Furnishing Our Heads With Knowledge; Of Judgement And Virtue, Little News.

I Am One Of Those Who Hold That Poetry Is Never So Blithe As In A Wanton And Irregular Subject.

It Is The Rule Of Rules, And The General Law Of All Laws, That Every Person Should Observe Those Of The Place Where He Is.