Conversation Is Not A Search After Knowledge,

There Is Not A Fiercer Hell Than The Failure In A Great Object.

Nothing Ever Becomes Real Till Experienced – Even A Proverb Is No Proverb Until Your Life Has Illustrated It

He Ne'er Is Crowned With Immortality Who Fears To Follow Where Airy Voices Lead.

Praise Or Blame Has But A Momentary Effect On The Man Whose Love Of Beauty In The Abstract Makes Him A Severe Critic On His Own Works.

Where Are The Songs Of Spring? Aye, Where Are They? Think Not Of Them; Thou Has Thy Music Too.