His Face Was Filled With Broken Commandments.

Since The Printing Press Came Into Being, Poetry Has Ceased To Be The Delight Of The Whole Community Of Man; It Has Become The Amusement And Delight Of The Few.

Success Is The Brand On The Brow Of The Man Who Aimed Too Low.

I Have Seen Dawn And Sunset On Moors And Windy Hills Coming In Solemn Beauty Like Slow Old Tunes Of Spain.

There Are Few Earthly Things More Beautiful Than A University A Place Where Those Who Hate Ignorance May Strive To Know, Where Those Who Perceive Truth May Strive To Make Others See.

Man's Body Is Faulty, His Mind Untrustworthy, But His Imagination Has Made Him Remarkable.