Houses Are Like The Human Beings That

Sleep Comes More Easily Than It Returns.

Let The One Fight For His Flag, And The Other For His Ideal, And Let Them Both Imagine That They Are Fighting For The Country; The Strife Will Be Colossal.

She Might Have Melted A Heart Of Stone, But Nothing Can Melt A Heart Of Wood.

I Will Be Chateaubriand Or Nothing.

Primitive Times Are Lyrical, Ancient Times Epical, Modern Times Dramatic. The Ode Sings Of Eternity, The Epic Imparts Solemnity Tohistory, The Drama Depicts Life. The Characteristic Of The First Poetry Is Ingeniousness, Of The Second, Simplicity, Of The Third, Truth.