I Never Can Feel Certain Of Any

Who Would Wish To Be Among The Commonplace Crowd Of The Little Famous - Who Are Each Individually Lost In A Throng Made Up Of Themselves?

Sudden A Thought Came Like A Full-blown Rose, Flushing His Brow.

I Should Write For The Mere Yearning And Fondness I Have For The Beautiful, Even If My Night's Labors Should Be Burnt Every Morning And No Eye Shine Upon Them.

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

A Man's Life Of Any Worth Is A Continual Allegory.