Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From

The World Is A Great Poem, And The World's The Words It Is Writ In, And We Souls The Thoughts.

Hell Is More Bearable Than Nothingness.

The Heart Is Its Own Fate.

Nature Means Necessity.

The Poet's Pen Is The True Divining Rod Which Trembles Towards The Inner Founts Of Feeling; Bringing To Light And Use, Else Hid From All, The Many Sweet Clear Sources Which We Have Of Good And Beauty In Our Own Deep Bosoms; And Marks The Variations Of All Mind As Does The Needle.