But One Must Know Where

Character Is Constructed Amidst The Tempests Of The World

My Counsel Is, To Force Nothing, And Rather To Trifle And Sleep Away All Unproductive Days And Hours, Than On Such Days To Compose Something That Will Afterwards Give No Pleasure.

I Had Toward The Poetic Art A Peculiar Relation Which Was Only Practical After I Had Cherished In My Mind For A Long Time A Subject Which Possessed Me, A Model Which Inspired Me, A Predecessor Who Attracted Me, Until At Length, After I Had Molded It

We Are Our Own Devils; We Drive Ourselves Out Of Our Edens.

Talk Well Of The Absent Whenever You Have The Opportunity.