Like A Mermaid In Sea-weed, She Dreams

We Read Fine Things But Never Feel Them To The Full Until We Have Gone The Same Steps As The Author.

Philosophy Will Clip An Angel's Wings.

I Saw Pale Kings And Princes Too, Pale Warriors, Death-pale Were They All; They Cried- "la Belle Dame Sans Merci Hath Thee In Thrall!

Failure Is, In A Sense, The Highway To Success.

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever: Its Loveliness Increases; It Will Never Pass Into Nothingness.