I Must Create A System, Or Be

Every Night And Every Morn Some To Misery Are Born. Every Morn And Every Night Some Are Born To Sweet Delight, Some Are Born To Endless Night.

Poetry Fettered, Fetters The Human Race. Nations Are Destroyed Or Flourish In Proportion As Their Poetry, Painting, And Music Are Destroyed Or Flourish.

Exuberance Is Beauty.

It Is Easier To Forgive An Enemy Than To Forgive A Friend.

Man Has Closed Himself Up, Till He Sees All Things Thro' Narrow Chinks Of His Cavern.