Our Life Is Woven Wind.

He Who Has Imagination Without Learning Has Wings But No Feet.

Thoughts There Are, That Need No Embodying, No Form, No Expression. It Is Enough To Hint At Them Vaguely; A Word, And They Are Heard And Seen.

Sexes. One Has The Look Of A Wound, The Other Of Something Skinned.

Genius Begins Great Works; Labor Alone Finishes Them.

Necessity May Render A Doubtful Act Innocent, But It Cannot Make It Praiseworthy