It seemed to me pretty plain, that they had more of love than matrimon >>
When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, >>
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, that found me poor at firs >>
The intellectual tradition is one of servility to power, and if I didn >>
Science and art are only too often a superior kind of dope, possessing >>
I've been called many things, but never an intellectual. >>
And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, that one small head could carry all he knew.