The Dome Of Thought, The Palace Of

Sweet Is Old Wine In Bottles, Ale In Barrels.

I Deny Nothing, But Doubt Everything.

There Are Some Feelings Time Cannot Benumb, Nor Torture Shake.

The Sky Is Changed,-and Such A Change! O Night And Storm And Darkness! Ye Are Wondrous Strong, Yet Lovely In Your Strength, As Is The Light Of A Dark Eye In Woman! Far Along, From Peak To Peak, The Rattling Crags Among, Leaps The Live Thunder.

I Think The Worst Woman That Ever Existed Would Have Made A Man Of Very Passable Reputation -- They Are All Better Than Us And Their Faults Such As They Are Must Originate With Ourselves.