I Have A Knack Of Hoping, Which

Genius Is The Capacity For Receiving And Improving By Discipline.

I Carry My Unwritten Poems In Cipher On My Face!

But Is It What We Love, Or How We Love, That Makes True Good?

Many An Irritating Fault, Many An Unlovely Oddity, Has Come Of A Hard Sorrow.

It Is Time The Clergy Are Told That Thinking Men, After A Close Examination Of That Doctrine, Pronounce It To Be Subversive Of True Moral Development And, Therefore, Positively Noxious.