Nature Rejects The Monarch, Not The Man;

What Do You Think? Young Women Of Rank Eat - You Will Never Guess What - Garlick!

I Wield The Flail Of The Lashing Hail, And Whiten The Green Plains Under; And Then Again I Dissolve It In Rain, And Laugh As I Pass In Thunder.

Contemporary Criticism Only Represents The Amount Of Ignorance Genius Has To Contend With. . . . Time Will Reverse The Judgement Of The Vulgar.

Nothing Of Him That Doth Fade But Doth Suffer A Sea-change Into Something Rich And Strange

The Cloud Of Mind Is Discharging Its Collected Lightning.