My Soul Is Not A Palace Of

Solitude Is As Needful To The Imagination As Society Is Wholesome For The Character.

Creativity Is Not The Finding Of A Thing, But The Making Something Out Of It After It Is Found.

Beauty Hath No True Glass, Except It Be In The Sweet Privacy Of Loving Eyes.

Fortune Is The Rod Of The Weak, And The Staff Of The Brave.

Metaphor Is No Argument, Though It Be Sometimes The Gunpowder To Drive One Home, And Imbed It In The Memory.