A Weed Is A Plant Whose Virtue

...in The Wilderness, I Find Something More Dear And Connate Than In The Streets Or Villages...in The Woods We Return To Reason And Faith.

If You Believe In The Soul, Do Not Clutch At Sensual Sweetness Before It Is Ripe On The Slow Tree Of Cause And Effect.

The Poet's Habit Of Living Should Be Set On A Key So Low That The Common Influences Should Delight Him.

Cities Degrade Us By Magnifying Trifles.

All History Is A Record Of The Power Of Minorities, And Of Minorities Of One.