They Love Indeed Who Quake To Say

Often Extraordinary Excellence, Not Being Rightly Conceived, Does Rather Offend Than Please.

Either I Will Find A Way, Or I Will Make One.

Woman Was Formed To Admire; Man To Be Admirable. His Are The Glories Of The Sun At Noonday; Hers The Softened Splendors Of The Midnight Moon.

Our Erected Wit Maketh Us To Know What Perfection Is.

O Sweet Woods, The Delight Of Solitariness!