The Victory's In Believing.

Never Did Poesy Appear So Full Of Heaven To Me, As When I Saw How It Would Pierce Through Pride And Fear To The Lives Of Coarsest Men.

A Wise Man Travels To Discover Himself.

Life Seems A Jest Of Fate's Contriving.

There Are Two Kinds Of Weakness, That Which Breaks And That Which Bends.

There Is No Work Of Genius Which Has Not Been The Delight Of Mankind, No Word Of Genius To Which The Human Heart And Soul Have Not Sooner Or Later Responded.