My Eyes Make Pictures When They Are

Ah! Well A-day! What Evil Looks / Had I From Old And Young! / Instead Of The Cross, The Albatross / About My Neck Was Hung.

Our Own Heart, And Not Other Men's Opinion, Forms Our True Honor.

To Carry Feelings Of Childhood Into The Powers Of Adulthood, To Combine The Child's Sense Of Wonder And Novelty With The Appearances Which Every Day For Years Has Rendered Familiar, This Is The Character And Privilege Of Genius, And One Of The Marks Which Distinguish It From Talent.

The Fair Breeze Blew, The White Foam Flew, And The Forrow Followed Free. We Were The First To Ever Burst Into The Silent Sea.

All Sympathy Not Consistent With Acknowledged Virtue Is But Disguised Selfishness.