Where Books Are Burned In

Like A Great Poet, Nature Knows How To Produce The Greatest Effects With The Most Limited Means.

Ask Me Not What I Have, But What I Am.

When'er Into Thine Eyes I See, All Pain And Sorrow Fly From Me. [ger., Wenn Ich In Deine Augen Sch' So Schwindet All' Mein Leid Und Weh.]

Literary History Is The Great Morgue Where All Seek The Dead Ones Whom They Love, Or To Whom They Are Related.

If The Romans Had Been Obliged To Learn Latin, They Would Never Have Found Time To Conquer The World.