Seraphs Share With Thee Knowledge; But Art,

It Hinders The Creative Work Of The Mind If The Intellect Examines Too Closely The Ideas As They Pour In.

Most Gladly Would I Give The Blood-stained Laurel For The First Violet Which March Brings Us, The Fragrant Pledge Of The New-fledged Year.

It Is Not The Mere Station Of Life That Stamps The Value On Us, But The Manner In Which We Act Our Part.

Heaven And Earth Fight In Vain Against A Dunce!

Yet Have I Ever Heard It Said That Spies And Tale-bearers Have Done More Mischief In This World Than Poisoned Bowl Or The Assassin's Dagger.