At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners, Blow

And Swear No Where Lives A Woman True, And Fair.

Women Are Like The Arts, Forced Unto None, Open To All Searchers, Unprized, If Unknown.

The Rich Have No More Of The Kingdom Of Heaven Than They Have Purchased Of The Poor By Their Alms.

A Mathematical Point Is The Most Indivisble And Unique Thing Which Art Can Present.

When One Man Dies, One Chapter Is Not Torn Out Of The Book, But Translated Into A Better Language.