I Have An Habitual Feeling Of My

The Air Is All Softness.

Scenery Is Fine - But Human Nature Is Finer.

This Grave Contains All That Was Mortal Of A Young English Poet Who On His Death Bed In The Bitterness Of His Heart At The Malicious Power Of His Enemies Desired These Words To Be Engraved On His Tomb Stone "here Lies One Whose Name Was Writ In Water."

Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty

My Mind Has Been The Most Discontented And Restless One That Ever Was Put Into A Body Too Small For It.