Every Offense Is Avenged On Earth.

There Is Nothing Worth Thinking But It Has Been Thought Before; We Must Only Try To Think It Again.

Wanted: A Dog That Neither Barks Nor Bites, Eats Broken Glass And Shits Diamonds.

I Bid The Chords Sweet Music Make, And All Must Follow In My Wake.

Writing History Is A Method Of Getting Rid Of The Past.

I Have Possessed That Heart, That Noble Soul, In Whose Presence I Seemed To Be More Than I Really Was, Because I Was All That I Could Be.