The Mind Is Not, I

But The Golden-rod Is One Of The Fairy, Magical Flowers; It Grows Not Up To Seek Human Love Amid The Light Of Day, But To Mark To The Discerning What Wealth Lies Hid In The Secret Caves Of Earth.

The Persons Whom You Have Idolized Can Never, In The End, Be Ungrateful, And, Probably, At The Time Of Retreat They Still Do Justice To Your Heart. But, So Long As You Must Draw Persons Too Near You, A Temporary Recoil Is Sure To Follow. It Is The Character Striving To Defend Itself From A Heating And Suffocating Action Upon It.

Those Have Not Lived Who Have Not Seen Rome.

It Is Not Because The Touch Of Genius Has Roused Genius To Production, But Because The Admiration Of Genius Has Made Talent Ambitious, That The Harvest Is Still So Abundant.

Nature Seems To Have Poured Forth Her Riches So Without Calculation, Merely To Mark The Fullness Of Her Joy.