Sleep Is Good, Death Is Better; But

There, Where One Burns Books... One, In The End, Burns Men.

Oh What Lies There Are In Kisses! And Their Guile So Well Prepared! Sweet The Snaring Is; But This Is Sweeter Still, To Be Ensnared.

There Is Only One Writer In Whom I Find Something That Reminds Me Of The Directness Of Style Which Is Found In The Bible. It Is Shakespeare.

Where Books Are Burned In The End People Will Be Burned Too.

The Beauteous Eyes Of The Spring's Fair Night With Comfort Are Downward Gazing.