The True Poet Dreams Being Awake.

Man, While He Loves, Is Never Quite Depraved.

I Am Determined That My Children Shall Be Brought Up In Their Father's Religion, If They Can Find Out What It Is.

The Teller Of A Mirthful Tale Has Latitude Allowed Him. We Are Content With Less Than Absolute Truth.

We Are Nothing; Less Than Nothing, And Dreams. We Are Only What Might Have Been.

English Physicians Kill You, The French Let You Die.