A Mystery, And A Dream, Should My

Men Have Called Me Mad; But The Question Is Not Yet Settled, Whether Madness Is Or Is Not The Loftiest Intelligence– Whether Much That Is Glorious– Whether All That Is Profound– Does Not Spring From Disease Of Thought– From Moods Of Mind Exalted At The Expense Of The General Intellect.

To Observe Attentively Is To Remember Distinctly.

The Goodness Of Your True Pun Is In The Direct Ratio Of Its Intolerability.

A Mystery, And A Dream, Should My Early Life Seem.

The People Have Nothing To Do With The Laws But To Obey Them.