What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty.
Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.
Books...are like lobster shells, we surround ourselves with 'em, then we grow out of 'em and leave 'em behind, as evidence of our earlier stages of development.
Now we were descending just as steeply.
Anger is never without Reason, but seldom with a good One.
There is an alchemy in sorrow. It can be transmuted into wisdom, which, if it does not bring joy, can yet bring happiness.
No.