Ye Stars! Which Are The Poetry Of

History, With All Her Volumes Vast, Hath But One Page.

I Am Ashes Where Once I Was Fire.

This Is To Be Along; This, This Is Solitude!

The Best Prophet Of The Future Is The Past.

It Is Not For Minds Like Ours To Give Or To Receive Flatter; Yet The Praises Of Sincerity Have Ever Been Permitted To The Voice Of Friendship