Literary History Is The Great Morgue Where

With The Rose The Butterfly's Deep In Love, A Thousand Times Hovering Round; But Round Himself, All Tender Like Gold, The Sun's Sweet Ray Is Hovering Found.

There Are More Fools In The World Than There Are People.

God Will Forgive Me. It's His Job." Heine Said This On His Deathbed (1856). Hilarious. He Must Have Thought That Up Years Before And Counted The Seconds To Use It.

The Fundamental Evil Of The World Arose From The Fact That The Good Lord Has Not Created Money Enough.

He Is Noble Who Both Feels And Acts Nobly.