Nobody Loves The Light Like

We Are Given Up To Those Gods, Those Monsters, Those Giants, — Our Thoughts.

A Library Implies An Act Of Faith.

We Should Judge A Man Much More Surely From What He Dreams Than From What He Thinks.

In Love, Such A Word, Whispered, Is A Mysterious Kiss Of The Soul To The Soul.

Puns Are The Droppings Of Soaring Wits.