It Is An Ancient Story Yet Is

The Eyes Of Spring, So Azure, Are Peeping From The Ground; They Are The Darling Violets, That I In Nosegays Bound.

Life Is All Too Wondrous Sweet, And The World Is So Beautifully Bewildered; It Is The Dream Of An Intoxicated Divinity.

True Eloquence Consists In Saying All That Is Necessary, And Nothing But What Is Necessary.

Great Genius Takes Shape By Contact With Another Great Genius, But Less By Assimilation Than By Friction.

I Fell Asleep Reading A Dull Book And Dreamed I Kept On Reading, So I Awoke From Sheer Boredom.