Love Doesn't Hide. It Stays

Let Us Love Winter, For It Is The Spring Of Genius.

They Merit More Praise Who Know How To Suffer Misery Than Those Who Temper Themselves In Contentment.

A Man Who Permits His Honor To Be Taken, Permits His Life To Be Taken.

Angry Men Are Blind And Foolish, For Reason At Such Time Takes Flight And, In Her Absence; Wrath Plunders All The Riches Of The Intellect, While The Judgment Remains The Prisoner Of Its Own Pride.

And There Is Quite A Different Sort Of Conversation Around A Fire Than There Is In The Shadow Of A Beech Tree.... Four Dry Logs Have In Them All The Circumstance Necessary To A Conversation Of Four Or Five Hours, With Chestnuts On The Plate And A Jug Of Wine Between The Legs. Yes, Let Us Love Winter, For It Is The Spring Of Genius.