Worshippers Of Light Ancestral Make The Present

Whoever Can Endure Unmixed Delight, Whoever Can Tolerate Music And Painting And Poetry All In One, Whoever Wishes To Be Rid Of Thought And To Let The Busy Anvils Of The Brain Be Silent For A Time, Let Him Read In The "faery Queen."

Some Kind Of Pace May Be Got Out Of The Eeriest Jade By The Near Prospect Of Oats; But The Thoroughbred Has The Spur In His Blood.

Truth Forever On The Scaffold, Wrong Forever On The Throne.

Folks Never Understand The Folks They Hate.

A Poet Must Need Be Before His Own Age, To Be Even With Posterity