Give Me Wine To Wash

Evil Is Merely Privative, Not Absolute: It Is Like Cold, Which Is The Privation Of Beat.

Yet A Man May Love A Paradox, Without Losing Either His Wit Or His Honesty.

We Surround Ourselves With The True Image Of Ourselves.

Style Is Only The Frame To Hold Your Thoughts. It Is Like The Sash Of A Window; If Heavy, It Will Obscure The Light.

Some People Will Tell You There Is A Great Deal Of Poetry And Fine Sentiment In A Chest Of Tea.