The Apprehension Of The Good Gives But

Hereditary Sloth Instructs Me.

The Object Of Art Is To Give Life A Shape.

Love Is Merely A Madness; And, I Tell You, Deserves As Well A Dark House And A Whip As Madmen Do; And The Reason Why They Are Not So Punish'd And Cured Is That The Lunacy Is So Ordinary That The Whippers Are In Love Too.

I Loved Ophelia. Forty Thousand Brothers Could Not, With All Their Quantity Of Love, Make Up My Sum.

Extreme Fear Can Neither Fight Nor Fly.