Innocence Is Always Unsuspicious.

Virtue Is The Health Of The Soul.

Poetry Is To Be Found Nowhere Unless We Carry It Within Us.

We Find Little In A Book But What We Put There. But In Great Books, The Mind Finds Room To Put Many Things.

The Ordinary True, Or Purely Real, Cannot Be The Object Of The Arts. Illusion On A Ground Of Truth,--that Is The Secret Of The Fine Arts.

We Disjoint The Mind Like The Body.