We Do What We Must, And Call

Meek Young Men Grow Up In Colleges And Believe It Is Their Duty To Accept The Views Which Books Have Given, And Grow Up Slaves.

Genius Has No Taste For Weaving Sand.

I Will Not Hide My Tastes Or Aversions. I Will So Trust That What Is Deep Is Holy, That I Will Do Strongly Before The Sun And Moon Whatever Only Rejoices Me, And The Heart Appoints

Every Word Was Once A Poem.

A Skilful Man Reads His Dreams For His Selfknowledge; Yet Not The Details, But The Quality.