All People Have Their Blind Side-their Superstitions.

Your Absence Of Mind We Have Borne, Till Your Presence Of Body Came To Be Called In Question By It.

The True Poet Dreams Being Awake.

I Even Think That, Sentimentally, I Am Disposed To Harmony. But Organically I Am Incapable Of A Tune.

A Man Cannot Have A Pure Mind Who Refuses Apple Dumplings.

Riddle Of Destiny, Who Can Show What Thy Short Visit Meant, Or Know What Thy Errand Here Below?