Every Age Thinks Its Battle The Most

This Was But A Prelude; Where Books Are Burnt Human-beings Will Be Burnt In The End

The Cloudlets Are Lazily Sailing O'er The Blue Atlantic Sea; And Mid The Twilight There Hovers A Shadowy Figure O'er Me.

Reason Exercises Merely The Function Of Preserving Order, Is, So To Say, The Police In The Region Of Art. In Life It Is Mostly A Cold Arithmetician Summing Up Our Follies.

Never Let A Fool Kiss You, Or A Kiss Fool You. Oh, What Lies There Are In Kisses!

It Is A Common Phenomenon That Just The Prettiest Girls Find It So Difficult To Get A Man.