Summer Has Set In With Its Usual

An Idea, In The Highest Sense Of That Word, Cannot Be Conveyed But By A Symbol.

How Many Of Our Virtues Originate In The Fear Of Death & That While We Flatter Ourselves That We Are Melting In Christian Sensibility Over The Sorrows Of Our Human Brethren And Sisteren, We Are In Fact, Tho' Perhaps Unconsciously, Moved At The Prospect Of Our Own End For Who Sincerely Pities Sea-sickness, Toothache, Or A Fit Of The Gout In A Lusty Good-liver Of 50?

If You Would Stand Well With A Great Mind, Leave Him With A Favorable Impression Of Yourself; If With A Little Mind, Leave Him With A Favorable Impression Of Himself.

Poetry Is Not The Proper Antithesis To Prose, But To Science. Poetry Is Opposed To Science, And Prose To Meter. The Proper And Immediate Object Of Science Is The Acquirement, Or Communication Of Truth; The Proper And Immediate Object Of Poetry Is The Communication Of Immediate Pleasure.

The One Red Leaf, The Last Of Its Clan, That Dances As Often As Dance It Can, Hanging So Light, And Hanging So High, On The Topmost Twig That Looks Up At The Sky.