For Your Ignorance Is The Mother Of

Humility And Resignation Are Our Prime Virtues.

Imagining Is In Itself The Very Height And Life Of Poetry, Which, By A Kind Of Enthusiasm Or Extraordinary Emotion Of The Soul, Makes It Seem To Us That We Behold Those Things Which The Poet Paints.

Damn'd Neuters, In Their Middle Way Of Steering, Are Neither Fish, Nor Flesh, Nor Good Red Herring.

The Love Of Liberty With Life Is Given, And Life Itself The Inferior Gift Of Heaven.

A Brave Man Scorns To Quarrel Once A Day; Like Hectors In At Every Petty Fray.