Genius Must Be Born, It Can't Be

Like Pilgrims To Th' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.

Dreams Are But Interludes That Fancy Makes... Sometimes Forgotten Things, Long Cast Behind Rush Forward In The Brain, And Come To Mind.

Happy, Happy, Happy Pair! None But The Brave Deserves The Fair.

Men Are But Children Of A Larger Growth, Our Appetites As Apt To Change As Theirs, And Full As Craving Too, And Full As Vain.

Desire Of Greatness Is A Godlike Sin.