No Young Man Ever Thinks

I Do Not Think There Is Anything Deserving The Name Of Society To Be Found Out Of London.

The Incentive To Ambition Is The Love Of Power.

Everything Is In Motion. Everything Flows. Everything Is Vibrating.

Poetry Is The Universal Language Which The Heart Holds With Nature And Itself. He Who Has A Contempt For Poetry, Cannot Have Much Respect For Himself, Or For Anything Else.

We Must Be Doing Something To Be Happy.