Keats Longed For Fame, But Longed Above

A Man Is Old When He Can Pass An Apple Orchard And Not Remember The Stomachache.

The Traitor To Humanity Is The Traitor Most Accurst.

My Soul Is Not A Palace Of The Past.

Folks Never Understand The Folks They Hate.

For There's Nothing We Read Of In Torture's Inventions, Like A Well-meaning Dunce, With The Best Of Intentions.