Oh, How Hard It Is To Find

Triumphal Arch, That Fill'st The Sky When Storms Prepare To Part, I Ask Not Proud Philosophy To Teach Me What Thou Art.

Better Be Courted And Jilted Than Never Be Courted At All.

An Original Something, Dear Maid, You Would Wish Me To Write; But How Shall I Begin? For I'm Sure I Have Not Original In Me, Excepting Original Sin.

To Live In Hearts We Leave Behind Is Not To Die.

Without The Smile From Partial Beauty Won, O What Were Man? - A World Without A Sun.