The Mother's Kiss Is The Sweetest Thing

Does Not The Latent Feeling That Much Of Their Striving Is To No Purpose Tend To Infuse Large Quantities Of Sham Into Men's Work?

Solitude Is Very Sad, Too Much Company Twice As Bad.

Soul's Castle Fell At One Blast Of Temptation, But Many A Worm Had Pierced The Foundation.

Winds And Waters Keepa Hush More Dead Than Any Sleep.

Not Like Homer Would I Write, Not Like Dante If I Might, Not Like Shakespeare At His Best, Not Like Goethe Or The Rest, Like Myself, However Small, Like Myself, Or Not At All.