Is Not Every Meanest Day The Confluence

A Force As Of Madness In The Hands Of Reason Has Done All That Was Ever Done In The World.

Poetry, Therefore, We Will Call Musical Thought.

We Have Not Read An Author Till We Have Seen His Object, Whatever It May Be, As He Saw It.

A Man With A Half Volition Goes Backwards And Forwards, And Makes No Way On The Smoothest Road; A Man With A Whole Volition Advances On The Roughest, And Will Reach His Purpose, If There Be Even A Little Worthiness In It. The Man Without A Purpose Is Like A Ship Without A Rudder - A Waif, A Nothing, A No Man. Have A Purpose In Life And Having It, Throw Such Strength Of Mind And Muscle Into Your Work As God Has Given You.

A Vein Of Poetry Exists In The Hearts Of All Men.