No Nation Can Be Destroyed

I Softly Sink Into The Bath Of Sleep: With Eyelids Shut, I See Around Me Close The Mottled, Violet Vapors Of The Deep, That Wraps Me In Repose.

Fiction Is Most Powerful When It Contains Most Truth; And There Is Little Truth We Get So True As That Which We Find In Fiction.

Music Was A Thing Of The Soul — A Rose-lipped Shell That Murmured Of The Eternal Sea — A Strange Bird Singing The Songs Of Another Shore.

Work For Immortality If You Will: Then Wait For It.

The Gentleman Is Solid Mahogany; The Fashionable Man Is Only Veneer.