Inspiration Is Solitary, Never Consecutive.

Man Hath No Heaven And Time's Coast Is Chartless. He Speeds; We Pass Away!

Music Is The Literature Of The Heart; It Commences Where Speech Ends.

Nature Has Given Women Two Painful But Heavenly Gifts, Which Distinguish Them, And Often Raise Them Above Human Nature,--compassion And Enthusiasm. By Compassion, They Devote Themselves; By Enthusiasm They Exalt Themselves.

Fiction Is The Microscope Of Truth.

Ink Is The Transcript Of Thought.