Art is sort of an experimental station in which one tries out living.

Censure no more shall brand my humble name The child of passion and the fool of fame

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart$$$<br/>'Tis woman's whole existence.

Be hypocritical$$$ be cautious$$$ be not what you seem$$$ but always what you see.

Revenge is as the tigers spring$$$<br/>Deadly$$$ and quick$$$ and crushing; yet$$$ as real<br/>Torture is theirs$$$ what they inflict they feel.

We of the craft (poets) are all crazy.

I see before me the Gladiator lie:<br/>He leans upon his hand - his manly brow<br/>Consents to death$$$ but conquers agony.

He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes.

Where there is mystery$$$ it is generally supposed there must be evil.

The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August