Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.
Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.
Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment and they are...
If I am fool it is at least a doubting one and I envy no one the certainty...
What should I have known or written had I been a quiet mercantile politician...
Nothing is more dead and dated than the book which once caused...
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell...
I want to ask those who are aiding terror, what do...
