A Complete Man Should Need No Auxiliaries

We Are Made Aware That Magnitude Of Material Things Is Relative, And All Objects Shrink And Expand To Serve The Passion Of The Poet. Thus, In His Sonnets, The Lays Of Birds, The Scents And Dyes Of Flowers, He Finds To Be The Shadow Of His Beloved; Time, Which Keeps Her From Him, Is His Chest; The Suspicion She Has Awakened, Is Her Ornament

Life Loiters At The Book's First Page,-- Ah! Could We Turn The Leaf.

Cut These Words And They Would Bleed; They Are Vascular And Alive.

It Is In Bad Taste," Is The Most Formidable Word An Englishman Can Pronounce.

We Are Sure That, Though We Know Not How, Necessity Does Comport With Liberty, The Individual With The World, My Polarity With Thespirit Of The Times. The Riddle Of The Age Has For Each A Private Solution.