Headwinds Are Sore Vexations And The More

The True Poem Is The Poet's Mind.

Fashion, Though In A Strange Way, Represents All Manly Virtue. It Is Virtue Gone To Seed: It Is A Kind Of Posthumous Honor. It Does Not Often Caress The Great, But The Children Of The Great: It Is A Hall Of The Past.

Every Great Achievement Is The Victory Of A Flaming Heart.

The Faith That Stands On Authority Is Not Faith.

Our Life Is Not So Much Threatened As Our Perception. Ghostlike We Glide Through Nature, And Should Not Know Our Place Again.