If You Are Wise, You Will Dread

Colleges Hate Geniuses, Just As Convents Hate Saints.

We Must Set Up A Strong Present Tense Against All Rumors Of Wrath, Past And To Come.

I--this Thought Which Is Called I--is The Mould Into Which The World Is Poured Like Melted Wax.

You Need Not Fear To Handle The Truth Roughly. She Is No Invalid.

These Are The Voices Which We Hear In Solitude, But They Grow Faint And Inaudible As We Enter Into The World.