There Is A Self-evident Axiom, That She

Christianity Has Been Cruel In Much To The Human Race. It Has Quenched Much Of The Sweet Joy And Gladness Of Life; It Has Caused The Natural Passions And Affections Of It To Be Held As Sins.

For What Is The Gift Of The Poet And The Artist Except To See The Sights Which Others Cannot See And To Hear The Sounds That Others Cannot Hear?

Talent Wears Well, Genius Wears Itself Out; Talent Drives A Snug Brougham In Fact; Genius, A Sun-chariot In Fancy.

Brussels Is A Gay Little City That Lies As Bright Within Its Girdle Of Woodland As Any Butterfly That Rests Upon Moss.

A Great Love Is An Absolute Isolation And An Absolute Absorption.