When The Spirit Is Not Master Of

Cities Give Not The Human Senses Room Enough. We Go Out Daily And Nightly To Feed The Eyes On The Horizon, And Require So Much Scope, Just As We Need Water For Our Bath.

Men Lose Their Tempers In Defending Their Taste.

There Is No Den In The Wide World To Hide A Rogue.

The Poisons Are Our Principal Medicines, Which Kill The Disease And Save The Life.

Don't Ever Give Up On Something Or Someone That You Can't Go A Full Day Without Thinking About.