An Empire Is An Immense Egotism.

A Life In Harmony With Nature, The Love Of Truth And Virtue, Will Purge The Eyes To Understanding Her Text.

In America The Geography Is Sublime, But The Men Are Not; The Inventions Are Excellent, But The Inventors One Is Sometimes Ashamed Of.

Only That Is Poetry Which Cleanses And Mans Me.

A Nation Never Falls But By Suicide.

A Skilful Man Reads His Dreams For His Selfknowledge; Yet Not The Details, But The Quality.