Fills The Air Around With Beauty.

Many Are Poets, But Without The Name;for What Is Poesy But To Createfrom Overfeeling Good Or Ill; And Aimat An External Life Beyond Our Fate,and Be The New Prometheus Of New Men,bestowing Fire From Heaven, And Then, Too Late,finding The Pleasure Given Repaid With Pain

One Of The Pleasures Of Reading Old Letters Is The Knowledge That They Need No Answer.

When Bishop Berkeley Said "there Was No Matter." And Proved It--'t Was No Matter What He Said.

Men Love In Haste, But They Detest At Leisure.

There Is Something To Me Very Softening In The Presence Of A Woman, Some Strange Influence, Even If One Is Not In Love With Them, Which I Cannot At All Account For, Having No Very High Opinion Of The Sex. But Yet, I Always Feel In Better Humor With Myself And Every Thing Else, If There Is A Woman Within Ken.