Oh What Lies There Are

Sleep Is Lovely, Death Is Better Still, Not To Have Been Born Is Of Course The Miracle.

Christ Rode On An Ass, But Now Asses Ride On Christ.

As The Stars Are The Glory Of The Sky, So Great Men Are The Glory Of Their Country, Yea, Of The Whole Earth. The Hearts Of Great Men Are The Stars Of Earth; And Doubtless When One Looks Down From Above Upon Our Planet, These Hearts Are Seen To Send Forth, A Silvery Light Just Like The Stars Of Heaven.

No Author Is A Man Of Genius To His Publisher.

In Vain Would I Seek To Discover Why Sad And Mournful Am I, My Thoughts Without Ceasing Brood Over A Tale Of The Time Gone By.