The Soul Of Man Is Infinite In

The Pipe Marks The Point At Which The Orangutan Ends And Man Begins.

Folly Often Goes Beyond Her Bounds, But Impudence Knows None.

Give Me A Look, Give Me A Face, That Makes Simplicity A Grace Robes Loosely Flowing, Hair As Free Such Sweet Neglect More Taketh Me Than All The Adulteries Of Art: They Strike Mine Eyes, But Not My Heart.

Language Most Shows A Man; Speak That I May See Thee; It Springs Out Of The Most Retired And Inmost Parts Of Us, And Is The Image Of The Parent Of It, The Mind. No Glass Renders A Man's Form Or Likeness So True As His Speech.

I'll Give Anything For A Good Copy Now, Be It True Or False, So It Be News.