The Finest Wits Have Their

Life Loiters At The Book's First Page,-- Ah! Could We Turn The Leaf.

The Poet Alone Knows Astronomy, Chemistry, Vegetation, And Animation, For He Does Not Stop At These Facts, But Employs Them As Signs. He Knows Why The Plain, Or Meadow Of Space, Was Strown With These Flowers We Call Suns, And Moons, And Stars; Why The Deep Is Adorned With Animals, With Men, And Gods; For, In Every Word He Speaks He Rides On Them As The Horses Of Thought.

I Hate The Giving Of The Hand Unless The Whole Man Accompanies It.

There Is A Tendency For Things To Right Themselves.

The Man Of Genius Inspires Us With A Boundless Confidence In Our Own Powers.