Every Body Drags Its Shadow, And Every

A Fixed Idea Ends In Madness Or Heroism.

A Man Without A Woman Is Like A Pistol Without A Trigger; It Is The Woman Who Makes The Man Go Off.

The Ode Lives Upon The Ideal, The Epic Upon The Grandiose, The Drama Upon The Real.

Popularity - A Piece Of Faded Tinsel, That Is Out Of Date.

Joy Is The Reflex Of Terror.