Imagination Is The Air Of Mind.

Mind And Night Will Meet, Though In Silence, Like Forbidden Lovers.

Fulfill Thy Fate! Be-do-bear-and Thank God.

I Run The Gauntlet Of A File Of Doubts, Each One Of Which Down Hurls Me To The Ground.

The Ground Of All Great Thoughts Is Sadness.

Tis Light Translateth Night; 'tis Inspiration Expounds Experience; 'tis The West Explains The East; 'tis Time Unfolds Eternity.