A Gothic Church Is A Petrified Religion.

Indignation At Literary Wrongs I Leave To Men Born Under Happier Stars. I Cannot Afford It.

An Idea, In The Highest Sense Of That Word, Cannot Be Conveyed But By A Symbol.

No Mind Is Thoroughly Well Organized That Is Deficient In A Sense Of Humor.

The Many Men, So Beautiful! And They All Dead Did Lie: And A Thousand Thousand Slimy Things Lived On; And So Did I.

Fear Gives Sudden Instincts Of Skill.