There Is A Remedy For Every Wrong

The Eyes Indicate The Antiquity Of The Soul.

Far Off, Men Swell, Bully, And Threaten; Bring Them Hand To Hand, And They Are Feeble Folk.

In The Death Of My Son, Now More Than Two Years Ago, I Seem To Have Lost A Beautiful Estate,--no More. I Cannot Get It Nearer To Me.

Poetry Must Be As New As Foam And As Old As The Rock.

We Do Not Yet Possess Ourselves, And We Know At The Same Time That We Are Much More.