Quotes by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Conception, my boy, fundamental brain work, is what makes all the difference in art.
What of the heart without her? Nay, poor heart, Of thee what word remains ere speech be still?...
Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies? Nay, who but infants question in such wise, 'twas one of my most intimate enemies.
The worst moment for the athieist is when he feels thankful and has no one to thank
The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.
