No Compass Has Ever Been Invented For

The Swan, Like The Soul Of The Poet, By The Dull World Is Ill Understood.

There, Where One Burns Books... One, In The End, Burns Men.

I Call'd The Devil, And He Came, And With Wonder His Form Did I Closely Scan; He Is Not Ugly, And Is Not Lame, But Really A Handsome And Charming Man. A Man In The Prime Of Life Is The Devil, Obliging, A Man Of The World, And Civil; A Diplomatist Too, Well Skill'd In Debate, He Talks Quite Glibly Of Church And State.

The Real Madness Probably Is Not Another Thing That The Wisdom Itself That, Tired Of Discovering The Shames Of The World, Has Taken The Intelligent Resolution To Become Mad

The Bible Is The Great Family Chronicle Of The Jews.