A Man Is What He Thinks About

The True Poem Is The Poet's Mind.

The Reason Of Idleness And Of Crime Is The Deferring Of Our Hopes. Whilst We Are Waiting, We Beguile The Time With Jokes, With Sleep, With Eating, And With Crimes.

I Grieve That Grief Can Teach Me Nothing, Nor Carry Me One Step Into Real Nature.

Times Of Heroism Are Generally Times Of Terror, But The Day Never Shines In Which This Element May Not Work.

A Cultivated Man, Wise To Know And Bold To Perform, Is The End To Which Nature Works.