Stop And Consider! Life Is But A

The Imagination Of A Boy Is Healthy, And The Mature Imagination Of A Man Is Healthy; But There Is A Space Of Life Between, In Which The Soul Is In A Ferment, The Character Undecided, The Way Of Life Uncertain, The Ambition Thick-sighted: Thence Proceeds Mawkishness.

What Shocks The Virtuous Philosopher, Delights The Chameleon Poet.

Load Every Rift With Ore.

But Were There Ever Any Writhed Not At Passed Joy?

All Writing Is A Form Of Prayer.