We Walk Alone In The

Passion, Though A Bad Regulator, Is A Powerful Spring.

The Key To Every Man Is His Thought. Sturdy And Defying Though He Look, He Has A Helm Which He Obeys, Which Is The Idea After Which All His Facts Are Classified. He Can Only Be Reformed By Showing Him A New Idea Which Commands His Own.

A Divine Person Is The Prophecy Of The Mind; A Friend Is The Hope Of The Heart.

Every Thought Is Public, Every Nook Is Wide; Thy Gossips Spread Each Whisper, And The Gods From Side To Side.

When A Man Does Not Write His Poetry, It Escapes By Other Vents Through Him.