Art Must Anchor In Nature, Or It

Death Is The Greatest Evil, Because It Cuts Off Hope.

Poverty, When It Is Voluntary, Is Never Despicable, But Takes An Heroical Aspect.

The Mind Of Man Is Like A Clock That Is Always Running Down, And Requires To Be Constantly Wound Up.

Man Is A Poetical Animal, And Delights In Fiction.

The Worst Old Age Is That Of The Mind.