Popularity? It's Glory's Small Change.

An Intelligent Hell Would Be Better Than A Stupid Paradise.

The Convent Is Supreme Egotism Resulting In Supreme Self-denial.

The Transept Belfry And The Two Towers Were To Him Three Great Cages, The Birds In Which, Taught By Him, Would Sing For Him Alone. Yet It Was These Same Bells Which Had Made Him Deaf; But Mothers Are Often Fondest Of The Child Who Has Made Them Suffer Most.

Symmetry Is Tedious, And Tedium Is The Very Basis Of Mourning. Despair Yawns.

To Pay Compliments To The One We Love Is The First Method Of Caressing, A Demi-audacity Venturing. A Compliment Is Something Like A Kiss Through A Veil.