We Fly To Beauty As An Asylum

Democracy Is Morose, And Runs To Anarchy.

No Love Can Be Bound By Oath Or Covenant To Secure It Against A Higher Love.

The Same, The Same: Friend And Foe Are Of One Stuff; The Ploughman, The Plough, And The Furrow, Are Of One Stuff; And The Stuff Is Such, And So Much, That The Variations Of Form Are Unimportant.

A Man's Library Is A Sort Of Harem.

Plant Your Dreams And Miracles Will Grow.