The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.

I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.

An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.

What millions died that Caesar might be great!