Every Novel Is A Debtor To Homer.

Your Actions Speak So Loud, I Can't Hear What You Say.

The Universal Soul Is The Alone Creator Of The Useful And The Beautiful; Therefore To Make Anything Useful Or Beautiful, The Individual Must Be Submitted To The Universal Mind.

Do You Love Me? Means At Last Do You See The Same Truth I See? If You Do, We Are Happy Together; But When Presently One Of Us Passes Into The Perception Of A New Truth, We Are Divorced And The Force Of All Nature Cannot Hold Us To Each Other.

It Seems To Be A Rule Of Wisdom Never To Rely On Memory Alone.

The Torments Of Martyrdom Are Probably Most Keenly Felt By The Bystanders.