They Truly Mourn, That Mourn Without A

The Mind Can Make Substance, And People Planets Of Its Own With Beings Brighter Than Have Been, And Give A Breath To Forms Which Can Outlive All Flesh.

I Cannot Help Thinking That The Menace Of Hell Makes As Many Devils As The Severe Penal Codes Of Inhuman Humanity Make Villains.

Ah, Nut-brown Partridges! Ah, Brilliant Pheasants! And Ah, Ye Poachers!--'tis No Sport For Peasants.

Friendship May, And Often Does, Grow Into Love, But Love Never Subsides Into Friendship.

I Am Acquainted With No Immaterial Sensuality So Delightful As Good Acting.