Evil Then Results From Imperfection.

I Have A Heart With Room For Every Joy .

Man Is A Military Animal, Glories In Gunpowder, And Loves Parade.

There Is No Surer Mark Of The Absence Of The Highest Moral And Intellectual Qualities Than A Cold Reception Of Excellence.

A Poet Not In Love Is Out At Sea; He Must Have A Lay-figure.

He Hath No Power That Hath Not Power To Use.