I Attribute My Good Fortune

Fame, Or Notoriety, Whichever That Special Noise May Be Called When The World Like A Hound 'gives Tongue' And Announces That The Quarry In Some Form Of Genius Is At Bay, Is Apt To Increase Its Clamor In Proportion To The Aloofness Of The Pursued Animal.

Such Lovely Warmth Of Thought And Delicacy Of Colour Are Beyond All Praise, And Equally Beyond All Thanks!

Imagination Is The Supreme Endowment Of The Poet And Romanticist. It Is A Kind Of Second Sight, Which Conveys The Owner Of It To Places He Has Never Seen, And Surrounds Him With Strange Circumstances Of Which He Is Merely The Spiritual Eyewitness.

When One Loves God Better Than The Church Is One Called A Heretic?

Nobody Ever Intends To Be Old.