Solitude Is As Needful To The Imagination

Tis As Easy To Be Heroes As To Sit The Idle Slaves.

Suddenly All The Sky Is Hid As With The Shutting Of A Lid, One By One Great Drops Are Falling Doubtful And Slow, Down The Pane They Are Crookedly Crawling, And The Wind Breathes Low; Slowly The Circles Widen On The River, Widen And Mingle, One And All; Here And There The Slenderer Flowers Shiver, Struck By An Icy Rain-drop’s Fall.

The Time Is Ripe, And Rotten-ripe, For Change... [truth's] Mirror Is Turned Forward, To Reflect The Promise Of The Future, Not The Past.

The Nurse Of Full-grown Souls Is Solitude.

A Wise Skepticism Is The First Attribute Of A Good Critic.