Thou Hast The Most Unsavoury Similes.

Simply The Thing That I Am Shall Make Me Live.

Tis Much When Sceptres Are In Children's Hands, But More When Envy Breeds Unkind Division: There Comes The Ruin, There Begins Confusion.

He Reads Much; He Is A Great Observer And He Looks Quite Through The Deeds Of Men: He Loves No Plays, As Thou Dost, Antony; He Hears No Music; Seldom He Smiles, And Smiles In Such A Sort As If He Mock'd Himself And Scorn'd His Spirit That Could Be Moved To Smile At Any Thing. Such Men As He Be Never At Heart's Ease Whiles They Behold A Greater Than Themselves, And Therefore Are They Very Dangerous.

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.

Literature Is A Comprehensive Essence Of The Intellectual Life Of A Nation.