Why Should You Renounce Your Right To

Nature Is A Mutable Cloud Which Is Always And Never The Same.

The Forest Is My Loyal Friend A Delphic Shrine To Me.

Each Truth That A Writer Acquires Is A Lantern, Which He Turns Full On What Facts And Thoughts Lay Already In His Mind, And Behold, All The Mats And Rubbish Which Had Littered His Garret Become Precious. Every Trivial Fact In His Private Biography Becomes An Illustration Of This New Principle, Revisits The Day, And Delights All Men By Its Piquancy And New Charm.

If In The Least Particular, One Could Derange The Order Of Nature, Who Would Accept The Gift Of Life?

I Feel Some Unwillingness To Quit The Remembrance Of The Past. With All The Hope Of The New I Feel That We Are Leaving The Old.