I Am Sailing With Thee Through The

If Poetry Does Not Come As Naturally As Leaves To A Tree, Then It Better Not Come At All.

What Occasions The Greater Part Of The World's Quarrels? Simply This: Two Minds Meet And Do Not Understand Each Other In Time Enough To Prevent Any Shock Of Surprise At The Conduct Of Either Party.

It Appears To Me That Almost Any Man May Like The Spider Spin From His Own Inwards His Own Airy Citadel.

No One Can Usurp The Heights... But Those To Whom The Miseries Of The World Are Misery, And Will Not Let Them Rest.

And Shade The Violets, That They May Bind The Moss In Leafy Nets.