There Is No Mistake So Great As

Without Contraries There Is No Progression.

Travelers Repose And Dream Among My Leaves.

Everything Is Beautiful In Its Own Way. Exuberance Is Beauty.

Bring Me An Axe And Spade, Bring Me A Winding-sheet; When I My Grave Have Made Let Winds And Tempests Beat: Then Down I'll Lie As Cold As Clay. True Love Doth Pass Away!

Since The French Revolution Englishmen Are All Intermeasurable One By Another, Certainly A Happy State Of Agreement To Which I Forone Do Not Agree.