Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life. >>
Really I don't like human nature unless all candied over with art. >>
Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death! >>
Hide not your talents. They for use were made. What's a sundial in the >>
Men give me credit for some genius. All the genius I have is this. Whe >>
There is one subtle but important difference between genius and stupid >>
Masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are the outcome of many years of thinking in common, of thinking by the body of the people, so that the experience of the mass is behind the single voice.