Within Today, Tomorrow Is Already Walking.

Seldom Can Philosophic Genius Be More Usefully Employed Than In Thus Rescuing Admitted Truths From The Neglect Caused By The Very Circumstance Of Their Universal Admission.

Poetry Is Certainly Something More Than Good Sense, But It Must Be Good Sense, At All Events, Just As A Palace Is More Than A House, But It Must Be A House, At Least.

Joy Is The Sweet Voice, Joy The Luminous Cloud. We In Ourselves Rejoice! And Thence Flows All That Charms Or Ear Or Sight, All Melodies The Echoes Of That Voice, All Colours A Suffusion From That Light.

Common Sense In An Uncommon Degree Is What The World Calls Wisdom.

And Looking To The Heaven, That Bends Above You, How Oft! I Bless The Lot, That Made Me Love You.