Talent May Be In Time Forgiven, But

A Timid Mind Is Apt To Mistake Every Scratch For A Mortal Wound.

I Have A Great Mind To Believe In Christianity For The Mere Pleasure Of Fancying I May Be Damned.

Then Farewell, Horace; Whom I Hated So, Not For Thy Faults, But Mine.

The Poetry Of Speech.

I Had A Dream, Which Was Not At All A Dream.