For Nonconformity The World Will Whip You

Solitude Is Impractical And Yet Society Is Fatal.

Underneath The Inharmonious And Trivial Particulars, Is A Musical Perfection, The Ideal Journeying Always With Us, The Heaven Without Rent Or Seam.

Genius Always Finds Itself A Century Too Early.

I See Not Any Road Of Perfect Peace Which A Man Can Walk But After The Counsel Of His Own Bosom.

We But Half Express Ourselves, And Are Ashamed Of That Divine Idea Which Each Of Us Represents.