Mere Flimflam Stories, And Nothing But Shams

She Fights And Vanquishes In Me, And I Live And Breathe In Her, And I Have Life And Being.

It Is One Thing To Write As Poet And Another To Write As A Historian: The Poet Can Recount Or Sing About Things Not As They Were, But As They Should Have Been, And The Historian Must Write About Them Not As They Should Have Been, But As They Were, Without Adding Or Subtracting Anything From The Truth.

Be A Terror To The Butchers, That They May Be Fair In Their Weight; And Keep Hucksters And Fraudulent Dealers In Awe, For The Same Reason.

Is It Possible Your Pragmatical Worship Should Not Know That The Comparisons Made Between Wit And Wit, Courage And Courage, Beauty And Beauty, Birth And Birth, Are Always Odious And Ill Taken?.

The Road To The Inn Is Much Better Than The Stay.