There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify -- so that >>
O fret not after knowledge -- I have none, and yet my song comes nativ >>
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter. >>
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate. >>
Celebrity-worship and hero-worship should not be confused. Yet we conf >>
Riches: A dream in the night. Fame: A gull floating on water. >>
Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous -- who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?