Nature Is Pitiless; She Never Withdraws Her

The Saints Were His Friends, And Blessed Him; The Monsters Were His Friends, And Guarded Him.

There Is Such A Thing As The Pressure Of Darkness.

Primitive Times Are Lyrical, Ancient Times Epical, Modern Times Dramatic. The Ode Sings Of Eternity, The Epic Imparts Solemnity Tohistory, The Drama Depicts Life. The Characteristic Of The First Poetry Is Ingeniousness, Of The Second, Simplicity, Of The Third, Truth.

To Divinise Is Human, To Humanise Is Divine.

It Is Those Books Which A Man Possesses But Does Not Read Which Constitute The Most Suspicious Evidence Against Him.