Genius At First Is Little More Than

It's A Father's Duty To Give His Sons A Fine Chance.

The First Sense Of Mutual Love Excludes Other Feelings; It Will Have The Soul All To Itself.

We Have All Got To Exert Ourselves A Little To Keep Sane, And Call Things By The Same Names As Other People Call Them By.

Beauty Is Part Of The Finished Language By Which Goodness Speaks.

To Be A Poet Is To Have A Soul So Quick To Discern, That No Shade Of Quality Escapes It, And So Quick To Feel, That Discernment Is But A Hand Playing With Finely-ordered Variety On The Chords Of Emotion--a Soul In Which Knowledge Passes Instantaneously Into Feeling, And Feeling Flashes Back As A New Organ Of Knowledge.