Gold Is A Living God And Rules

The Splendors Of The Firmament Of Time May Be Eclipsed, But Are Extinguished Not; Like Stars To Their Appointed Height They Climb And Death Is A Low Mist Which Cannot Blot The Brightness It May Veil.

Worse Than Despair, Worse Than The Bitterness Of Death, Is Hope.

Poets Are The Unacknowledged Legislators Of The World.

In A Drama Of The Highest Order There Is Little Food For Censure Or Hatred; It Teaches Rather Self-knowledge And Self-respect.

Jealousy's Eyes Are Green.