I Shall Attack Chemistry, Like A Shark.

A Spring Of Love Gush'd From My Heart, And I Bless'd Them Unaware.

So Will I Build My Altar In The Fields, And The Blue Sky My Fretted Dome Shall Be, And The Sweet Fragrance That The Wild Flower Yields Shall Be The Incense I Will Yield To Thee.

Never Pursue Literature As A Trade.

Why Aren't More Gems From Our Great Authors Scattered Over The Country? Great Books Aren't Within Everybody's Reach.

Rage Is Essentially Vulgar.