Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The Geometries That

The Light Of Love, The Purity Of Grace, The Mind, The Music Breathing From Her Face, The Heart Whose Softness Harmonised The Whole — And, Oh! That Eye Was In Itself A Soul!

Shakespeare's Name, You May Depend On It, Stands Absurdly Too High And Will Go Down.

But Quiet To Quick Bosoms Is A Hell.

In Hope To Merit Heaven By Making Earth A Hell.

Think'st Thou There Is No Tyranny But That Of Blood And Chains? The Despotism Of Vice-- The Weakness And The Wickedness Of Luxury-- The Negligence--the Apathy--the Evils Of Sensual Sloth--produces Ten Thousand Tyrants, Whose Delegated Cruelty Surpasses The Worst Acts Of One Energetic Master, However Harsh And Hard In His Own Bearing.