Every Second Is Of Infinite Value.

The Mortal Race Is Far Too Weak Not To Grow Dizzy On Unwonted Brights.

It Is Only In Misery That We Recognize The Hand Of God Leading Good Men To Good.

I Had Toward The Poetic Art A Peculiar Relation Which Was Only Practical After I Had Cherished In My Mind For A Long Time A Subject Which Possessed Me, A Model Which Inspired Me, A Predecessor Who Attracted Me, Until At Length, After I Had Molded It

Time Itself Is An Element.

Don't Say That You Want To Give, But Go Ahead And Give! You'll Never Catch Up With A Mere Hope.