Nothing Is So Atrocious As Fancy Without

The Little That Is Completed, Vanishes From The Sight Of One Who Looks Forward To What Is Still To Do.

Stood I, O Nature! Man Alone In Thee, Then Were It Worth One's While A Man To Be.

So Dear Night The Half Of Life Is, And The Fairest Half Indeed.

The Unnatural, That Too Is Natural.

A Talent Can Be Cultivated In Tranquility; A Character Only In The Rushing Stream Of Life.