Man Is An Animal That Diddles, And

Mysteries Force A Man To Think, And So Injure His Health.

In Our Endeavors To Recall To Memory Something Long Forgotten, We Often Find Ourselves Upon The Very Verge Of Remembrance, Without Being Able, In The End, To Remember.

The Reproduction Of What The Senses Perceive In Nature Through The Veil Of The Soul.

A Poem Deserves Its Title Only Inasmuch As It Excites, By Elevating The Soul.

A Lie Travels Round The World While Truth Is Putting Her Boots On.