Wine Rejoices The Heart Of Man And

We Lay Aside Letters Never To Read Them Again, And At Last We Destroy Them Out Discretion, And So Disappears The Most Immediate Breath Of Life, Irrecoverably For Ourselves And For Others.

Presents At Once? That's Good. He Is Sure To Succeed.

Religion Is Not In Want Of Art; It Rests On Its Own Majesty.

Men Are So Inclined To Content Themselves With What Is Commonest; The Spirit And The Senses So Easily Grow Dead To The Impressions Of The Beautiful And Perfect, That Every One Should Study, By All Methods, To Nourish In His Mind The Faculty Of Feeling These Things. ...for This Reason, One Ought Every Day At Least, To Hear A Little Song, Read A Good Poem, See A Fine Picture, And, If It Were Possible, To Speak A Few Reasonable Words.

I Am Part Of The Part That Once Was Everything, Part Of The Darkness Which Gave Birth To Light… Mephistopheles, From Faust.