Truth Is A Torch, But A Huge

I Had Toward The Poetic Art A Peculiar Relation Which Was Only Practical After I Had Cherished In My Mind For A Long Time A Subject Which Possessed Me, A Model Which Inspired Me, A Predecessor Who Attracted Me, Until At Length, After I Had Molded It

The Older I Get The More I Trust In The Law According To Which The Rose And The Lily Bloom.

No Two People See The World Exactly Alike, And Different Temperaments Will Often Apply The Same Principle, Recognized By Both, Differently. Even One And The Same Person Won't Always Maintain The Same Views And Judgments: Earlier Convictions Must Give Way To Later Ones.

Oh How Sweet It Is To Hear One's Own Convictions From Another's Lips.

He Who Is Resolute Conquers Grief.