Till Taught By Pain, Men Know Not

This Sort Of Adoration Of The Real Is But A Heightening Of The Beau Ideal.

What Deep Wounds Ever Closed Without A Scar?

'tis Pleasant, Sure, To See One's Name In Print. A Book's A Book, Although There's Nothing In 't.

There Are Four Questions Of Value In Life, Don Octavio. What Is Sacred? Of What Is The Spirit Made? What Is Worth Living For And What Is Worth Dying For? The Answer To Each Is The Same. Only Love.

There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods.