Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover

Wit Is A Form Of Force That Leaves The Limbs At Rest.

Our Growing Thought Makes Growing Revelation.

The World Is Full Of Hopeful Analogies And Handsome, Dubious Eggs, Called Possibilities.

A Man's A Man. But When You See A King, You See The Work Of Many Thousand Men.

Here Undoubtedly Lies The Chief Poetic Energy: - In The Force Of Imagination That Pierces Or Exalts The Solid Fact, Instead Of Floating Among Cloud-pictures.