My Friends Are My Estate.

The Career Of Flowers Differs From Ours Only Inaudibleness.

The Heart Asks Pleasure--first-- And Then--excuse From Pain

Why Should We Censure Othello When The Criterion Lover Says, "thou Shalt Have No Other Gods Before Me"?

Nature, Like Us Is Sometimes Caught Without Her Diadem.

You Cannot Put A Fire Out! A Thing That Can Ignite Can Go Itself- Without A Flame- E'en Through The Darkest Night!