Stillness Of Person And Steadiness Of Features

A Few Can Touch The Magic String, And Noisy Fame Is Proud To Win Them: Alas For Those That Never Sing, But Die With All Their Music In Them!

I Hate Paying Taxes. But I Love The Civilization They Give Me

Me Wretched! Let Me Curr To Quercine Shades! Effund Your Albid Hausts, Lactiferous Maids! O, Might I Vole To Some Umbrageous Clump,-- Depart,--be Off,--excede,--evade,--erump!

Every Library Should Try To Be Complete On Something, If It Were Only The History Of Pinheads.

The Amen Of Nature Is Always A Flower.