I Could Never Hate Anyone I Knew.

I Toiled After It, Sir, As Some Men Toil After Virtue.

Let Us Live For The Beauty Of Our Own Reality.

Ceremony Is An Invention To Take Off The Uneasy Feeling Which We Derive From Knowing Ourselves To Be Less The Object Of Love And Esteem With A Fellow-creature Than Some Other Person Is. It Endeavours To Make Up, By Superior Attentions In Little Points, For That Invidious Preference Which It Is Forced To Deny In The Greater.

There Is Not In The Wide World A Valley So Sweet As That Vale In Whose Bosom The Bright Waters Meet.

The True Poet Dreams Being Awake.