I Do Detest Everything Which Is Not

Poetry Should Only Occupy The Idle.

Man Is In Part Divine, A Troubled Stream From A Pure Source.

The Law Of Heaven And Earth Is Life For Life.

A Sleep Without Dreams, After A Rough Day Of Toil, Is What We Covet Most; And Yet How Clay Shrinks Back From More Quiescent Clay! The Very Suicide That Pays His Debt At Once Without Installments (an Old Way Of Paying Debts, Which Creditors Regret) Lets Out Impatiently His Rushing Breath, Less From Disgust Of Life Than Dread Of Death.

Jealousy Dislikes The World To Know It.