The Wise Only Possess Ideas;

Of No Agenor Of Any Religion, Or Party Or Profession. The Body And Substance Of His Works Came Out Of The Unfathomable Depths Of His Own Oceanic Mind.

Dryden 's Genius Was Of That Sort Which Catches Fire By Its Own Motion; His Chariot Wheels Get Hot By Driving Fast.

To Be Beloved Is All I Need, And Whom I Love, I Love Indeed.

No Mind Is Thoroughly Well Organized That Is Deficient In A Sense Of Humor.

And I, The While, The Sole Unbusy Thing, Nor Honey Make, Nor Pair, Nor Build, Nor Sing.