The Measure Of Choosing Well, Is, Whether

Take All The Pleasures Of All The Spheres, And Multiply Each Through Endless Years,- One Minute Of Heaven Is Worth Them All.

The Muses Were Dumb While Apollo Lectured.

I Have Sat Through An Italian Opera, Til, For Sheer Pain, And Inexplicable Anguish, I Have Rushed Out Into The Noisiest Places Of The Crowded Street, To Solace Myself With Sounds Which I Was Not Obliged To Follow And Get Rid Of The Distracting Torment Of Endless, Fruitless, Barren Attention!

Your Absence Of Mind We Have Borne, Till Your Presence Of Body Came To Be Called In Question By It.

Credulity Is The Man's Weakness, But The Child's Strength.