Jealousy Is Sustained As Often

Secrecy Is The Soul Of All Great Designs.

Heaven May Have Happiness As Utterly Unknown To Us As The Gift Of Perfect Vision Would Be To A Man Born Blind. If We Consider The Inlets Of Pleasure From Five Senses Only, We May Be Sure That The Same Being Who Created Us Could Have Given Us Five Hundred, If He Had Pleased.

That Author, However, Who Has Thought More Than He Has Read, Read More Than He Has Written, And Written More Than He Has Published, If He Does Not Command Success, Has At Least Deserved It.

Life Is The Jailer Of The Soul In This Filthy Prison, And Its Only Deliverer Is Death.

Subtract From Many Modern Poets All That May Be Found In Shakespeare, And Trash Will Remain.