Error Is Worse Than Ignorance.

How Slight A Chance May Raise Or Sink A Soul!

I Am Tired Of Looking On What Is, One Might As Well See Beauty Never More, As Look Upon It With An Empty Eye. I Would This World Were Over. I Am Tired.

Poets Are All Who Love, Who Feel Great Truths, And Tell Them; And The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

Death Is The Universal Salt Of States; Blood Is The Base Of All Things--law And War.

Lips Like Rosebuds Peeping Out Of Snow.