Nobody Can Put A Character On Paper

An Unromantic Poem I Mean To Make, Of One Who Only Lives For Duty's Sake.

It's A Liberation To Know That An Act Of Spontaneous Courage Is Yet Possible In This World. An Act That Has Something Of Unconditional Beauty.

Public Opinion Is An Extremely Mutable Thing

Different People Have Different Duties Assigned Them By Nature; Nature Has Given One The Power Or The Desire To Do This, The Other That. Each Bird Must Sing With His Own Throat.

When We Dead Awaken ... We See That We Have Never Lived.