Borrowed Garments Never Keep One Warm.

Reading Chaucer Is Like Brushing Through The Dewy Grass At Sunrise.

The Nunneries Of Silent Nooks, The Murmured Longing Of The Wood.

Earth Gets Its Price For What Earth Gives Us.

There Is No Bore We Dread Being Left Alone With So Much As Our Own Minds.

Puritanism, Believing Itself Quick With The Seed Of Religious Liberty, Laid, Without Knowing It, The Egg Of Democracy.