Great Men Are But Life-sized. Most Of

I Have Known No Man Of Genius Who Had Not To Pay, In Some Affliction Or Defect, Either Physical Or Spiritual, For What The Gods Had Given Him.

By Its Very Looseness, By Its Way Of Evoking Rather Than Defining, Suggesting Rather Than Saying, English Is A Magnificent Vehicle For Emotional Poetry.

It Distresses Me, This Failure To Keep Pace With The Leaders Of Thought, As They Pass Into Oblivion.

A Hundred Eyes Were Fixed On Her, And Half As Many Hearts Lost To Her.

No Roman Ever Was Able To Say, 'i Dined Last Night With The Borgias'.