Men, I Still Think, Ought To Be

The Wise Only Possess Ideas; The Greater Part Of Mankind Are Possessed By Them.

Laughter Is Equally The Expression Of Extreme Anguish And Horror As Of Joy: As There Are Tears Of Sorrow And Tears Of Joy, So Is There A Laugh Of Terror And A Laugh Of Merriment.

And The Devil Did Grin, For His Darling Sin Is Pride That Apes Humility.

Alas! They Had Been Friends In Youth; But Whispering Tongues Can Poison Truth, And Constancy Lives In Realms Above; And Life Is Thorny, And Youth Is Vain; And To Be Wroth With One We Love Doth Work Like Madness In The Brain.

During The Act Of Knowledge Itself, The Objective And Subjective Are So Instantly United, That We Cannot Determine To Which Of The Two The Priority Belongs.