Think Not I Am What I Appear.

Talent May Be In Time Forgiven, But Genius Never

I Am No Platonist, I Am Nothing At All; But I Would Sooner Be A Paulician, Manichean, Spinozist, Gentile, Pyrrhonian, Zoroastrian, Than One Of The Seventy-two Villainous Sects Who Are Tearing Each Other To Pieces For The Love Of The Lord And Hatred Of Each Other.

It Is The Lava Of The Imagination Whose Eruption Prevents An Earthquake.

Maidens, Like Moths, Are Ever Caught, By Glare, And Mammon Wins His Way Where Seraphs Might Despair.

So Sweet The Blush Of Bashfulness, E'en Pity Scarce Can Wish It Less!