All Clean And Comfortable I Sit Down

Do You Not See How Necessary A World Of Pains And Troubles Is To School An Intelligence And Make It A Soul?

No Sooner Had I Stepp'd Into These Pleasures Than I Began To Think Of Rhymes And Measures: The Air That Floated By Me Seem'd To Say 'write! Thou Wilt Never Have A Better Day.

Heard Melodies Are Sweet, But Those Unheard Are Sweeter.

I Am Certain I Have Not A Right Feeling Towards Women -- At This Moment I Am Striving To Be Just To Them, But I Cannot. Is It Because They Fall So Far Beneath My Boyish Imagination? When I Was A Schoolboy I Thought A Fair Woman A Pure Goddess; My Mind Was A Soft Nest In Which Some One Of Them Slept, Though She Knew It Not.

My Imagination Is A Monastery And I Am Its Monk.