Great Talent Has Always A Little Madness

Spangling The Wave With Lights As Vain As Pleasures In The Vale Of Pain, That Dazzle As They Fade.

Hope Is Brightest When It Dawns From Fears.

To The Timid And Hesitating Everything Is Impossible Because It Seems So.

Ridicule Often Checks What Is Absurd, And Fully As Often Smothers That Which Is Noble.

Merrily, Merrily Goes The Bark On A Breeze From The Northward Free, So Shoots Through The Morning Sky The Lark, Or The Swan Through The Summer Sea.