Beholding Heaven, And Feeling Hell.

Milton Almost Requires A Solemn Service Of Music To Be Played Before You Enter Upon Him. But He Brings His Music, To Which Who Listen Had Need Bring Docile Thoughts And Purged Ears.

The Red-letter Days, Now Become, To All Intents And Purposes, Dead-letter Days.

Opinions Is A Species Of Property - I Am Always Desirous Of Sharing.

If Dirt Were Trumps, What Hands You Would Hold!

I Love To Lose Myself In Other Men's Minds.... Books Think For Me.