Blest Hour! It Was A Luxury--to Be!

No Man Was Ever Yet A Great Poet, Without Being At The Same Time A Profound Philosopher.

An Undevout Poet Is An Impossibility.

I Must Reject Fluids And Ethers Of All Kinds, Magnetical, Electrical, And Universal, To Whatever Quintessential Thinness They May Be Treble Distilled, And As It Were Super-substantiated.

A Bitter And Perplexed "what Shall I Do?" Is Worse To Man Than Worse Necessity.

If Men Could Learn From History, What Lessons It Might Teach Us. But Passion And Party Blind Our Eyes, And The Light Which Experience Gives Us Is A Lantern On The Stern, Which Shines Only On The Waves Behind Us.