Murder May Pass Unpunishd For

Take Not Away The Life You Cannot Give: For All Things Have An Equal Right To Live.

Imagining Is In Itself The Very Height And Life Of Poetry, Which, By A Kind Of Enthusiasm Or Extraordinary Emotion Of The Soul, Makes It Seem To Us That We Behold Those Things Which The Poet Paints.

But Shakespeare's Magic Could Not Copied Be; Within That Circle None Durst Walk But He.

A Narrow Mind Begets Obstinacy; We Do Not Easily Believe What We Cannot See.

For Your Ignorance Is The Mother Of Your Devotion To Me.