When The Spirit Is Not

Never Mind The Ridicule, Never Mind The Defeat: Up Again, Old Heart!-it Seems To Say,-there Is Victory Yet For All Justice; And The True Romance Which The World Exists To Realize, Will Be The Transformation Of Genius Into Practical Power.

Not From A Vain Or Shallow Thought His Awful Jove Young Phidias Brought.

It All Begins When The Soul Would Have Its Way With You.

In A Tavern Everybody Puts On Airs Except The Landlord.

Writing Should Be The Settlement Of Dew On The Leaf.