Silence Does Not Always Mark Wisdom.

He Knows Well The Evening Star, And Once When He Awoke, In A Most Distressful Mood (some Inward Pain Had Made Up That Strange Thing, An Infant's Dream), I Hurried With Him To Our Orchard Plot, And He Beheld The Moon, And Hushed At Once. Suspends His Sobs And Laughs Most Silently. While His Fair Eyes, That Swam With Undropped Tears, Did Glitter In The Yellow Moonbeam.

If People Could Learn History, What Lessons It Might Teach Us!

Ah Why Refuse The Blameless Bliss? Can Danger Lurk Within A Kiss?

Water Cannot Rise Higher Than Its Source, Neither Can Human Reason.

As Long As There Are Readers To Be Delighted With Calumny, There Will Be Found Reviewers To Calumniate.