New York Is A Sucked Orange.

Shall I Tell You The Secret Of The True Scholar? It Is This: Every Man I Meet Is My Master In Some Point, And In That I Learn Of Him.

In Talking With Scholars, I Observe That They Lost On Ruder Companions Those Years Of Boyhood Which Alone Could Give Imaginative Literature A Religious And Infinite Quality In Their Esteem.

The Rich Mind Lies In The Sun And Sleeps, And Is Nature.

He Only Is A Well-made Man Who Has A Good Determination.

Peace Cannot Be Achieved Through Violence, It Can Only Be Attained Through Understanding.