We Bury Love; Forgetfulness Grows Over It

Fine Phrases I Value More Than Bank-notes. I Have Ear For No Other Harmony Than The Harmony Of Words. To Be Occasionally Quoted Is The Only Fame I Care For.

God Has Thickly Strewn Infinity With Grandeur.

Stirling, Like A Huge Brooch, Clasps Highlands And Lowlands Together.

To Sit For One's Portrait Is Like Being Present At One's Own Creation.

I Go Into My Library And All History Unrolls Before Me.