Nature Ordains That A Man Should Wish

Men Think They May Justly Do That For Which They Have A Precedent.

True Glory Takes Root, And Even Spreads; All False Pretences, Like Flowers, Fall To The Ground; Nor Can Any Counterfeit Last Long.

I Have Never Yet Known A Poet Who Did Not Think Himself Super-excellent.

There Is Not Only An Art, But An Eloquence In It.

He He He... Crazy? Cicero? He He He He! That's... Madness.