Genius Is Full Of Trash.

Let Us Only Hate Hatred; And Once Give Love A Play, We Will Fall In Love With A Unicorn.

Man, In The Ideal, Is So Noble And So Sparkling, Such A Grand And Glowing Creature, That Over Any Ignominious Blemish In Him All His Fellows Should Run To Throw Their Costliest Robes.

He Who Goes Oftenest Round Cape Horn Goes The Most Circumspectly.

Silence Is The Only Voice Of Our God.

All Wars Are Boyish, And Are Fought By Boys.