От прекалено любопитство бил изгубен раят.

“A poet is a painter in his way, he draws to the life, but in another kind; we d…”

“Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.”

“WILLMORE: Nay, if we part so, let me die like a Bird upon a Bough, at the Sheri…”

“As we were coming up again, we met with some Indians of strange aspects, that i…”