A Sight To Dream Of, Not To

Sir, I Admit Your General Rule, That Every Poet Is A Fool, But You Yourself May Serve To Show It, That Every Fool Is Not A Poet.

How Many Of Our Virtues Originate In The Fear Of Death & That While We Flatter Ourselves That We Are Melting In Christian Sensibility Over The Sorrows Of Our Human Brethren And Sisteren, We Are In Fact, Tho' Perhaps Unconsciously, Moved At The Prospect Of Our Own End For Who Sincerely Pities Sea-sickness, Toothache, Or A Fit Of The Gout In A Lusty Good-liver Of 50?

My Eyes Make Pictures When They Are Shut.

The Wise Only Possess Ideas; The Greater Part Of Mankind Are Possessed By Them.

Advice Is Like Snow - The Softer It Falls, The Longer It Dwells Upon, And The Deeper In Sinks Into The Mind.