All The Elements, Whose Aid Man Calls

A Sect Or Party Is An Elegant Incognito Devised To Save A Man From The Vexation Of Thinking.

I Dip My Pen In The Blackest Ink, Because I'm Not Afraid Of Falling Into My Inkpot.

Let The Stoics Say What They Please, We Do Not Eat For The Good Of Living, But Because The Meat Is Savory And The Appetite Is Keen.

Solitary Converse With Nature; For Thence Are Ejaculated Sweet And Dreadful Words Never Uttered In Libraries. Ah! The Spring Days, The Summer Dawns, And October Woods!

Nature And Books Belong To The Eyes That See Them.