How Beautiful, If Sorrow Had Not Made

They Swayed About Upon A Rocking Horse, And Thought It Pegasus.

Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty

There Is Not A Fiercer Hell Than The Failure In A Great Object.

Dry Your Eyes O Dry Your Eyes, For I Was Taught In Paradise To Ease My Breast Of Melodies.

My Friends Should Drink A Dozen Of Claret On My Tomb.