Earth, With Her Thousand Voices,

A Great Mind Must Be Androgynous.

A Woman In A Single State May Be Happy And May Be Miserable; But Most Happy, Most Miserable, These Are Epithets Belonging To A Wife.

The Sun's Rim Dips; The Stars Rush Out: At One Stride Comes The Dark; With Far-heard Whisper O'er The Sea, Off Shot The Spectre-bark.

The Form Of Truth Will Bear Exposure, As Well As That Of Beauty Herself.

Water Cannot Rise Higher Than Its Source, Neither Can Human Reason.