There Is, In Fact, No Law Or

Oh Who Can Tell, Save He Whose Heart Hath Tried.

Despair And Genius Are Too Oft Connected

Oh, Talk Not To Me Of A Name Great In Story; The Days Of Our Youth Are The Days Of Our Glory; And The Myrtle And Ivy Of Sweet Two-and-twenty Are Worth All Your Laurels, Though Ever So Plenty.

One Of The Pleasures Of Reading Old Letters Is The Knowledge That They Need No Answer.

A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions... Think.