I Will Be A Man Among Men;

The Helicon Of Too Many Poets Is Not A Hill Crowned With Sunshine And Visited By The Muses And The Graces, But An Old, Mouldering House, Full Of Gloom And Haunted By Ghosts.

People Of A Lively Imagination Are Generally Curious, And Always So When A Little In Love.

Everyone Says That Forgiveness Is A Lovely Idea Until He Has Something To Forgive.

Intelligence And Courtesy Not Always Are Combined; Often In A Wooden House A Golden Room We Find.

Some Feelings Are Quite Untranslatable; No Language Has Yet Been Found For Them. They Gleam Upon Us Beautifully Through The Dim Twilight Of Fancy, And Yet When We Bring Them Close To Us, And Hold Them Up To The Light Of Reason, Lose Their Beauty All At Once, As Glow Worms Which Gleam With Such A Spiritual Light In The Shadows Of Evening, When Brought In Where The Candles Are Lighted, Are Found To Be Only Worms Like So Many Others.