Dogs, Ye Have Had Your Day!

Expression Is The Dress Of Thought.

In This Commonplace World Every One Is Said To Be Romantic Who Either Admires A Fine Thing Or Does One.

Oh, Sons Of Earth! Attempt Ye Still To Rise. By Mountains Pil'd On Mountains To The Skies? Heav'n Still With Laughter The Vain Toil Surveys, And Buries Madmen In The Heaps They Raise.

A Work Of Art That Contains Theories Is Like An Object On Which The Price Tag Has Been Left.

'tis Not A Lip, Or Eye, We Beauty Call, But The Joint Force And Full Result Of All.