All Men Are Poets At

Reality Is A Sliding Door.

There Are Eyes, To Be Sure, That Give No More Admission Into The Man Than Blueberries.

There Is A Certain Wisdom Of Humanity Which Is Common To The Greatest Men With The Lowest, And Which Our Ordinary Education Oftenlabors To Silence And Obstruct.

If You Would Learn To Write, It Is In The Street You Must Learn It. Both For The Vehicle And For The Aims Of Fine Arts, You Must Frequent The Public Square. The People, And Not The College, Is The Writer's Home. A Scholar Is A Candle Which The Love And Desire Of All Men Will Light.

Character Is An Invincible Force, Which Acts By Presence And Without Means