It Is The Eye Which Makes The

A Poem, A Sentence, Causes Us To See Ourselves. I Be, And I See My Being, At The Same Time.

But Only That Soul Can Be My Friend Which I Encounter On The Line Of My Own March, That Soul To Which I Do Not Decline, And Which Does Not Decline Me, But, Native Of The Same Celestial Latitude, Repeats In Its Own All My Experience.

I Suppose Every Old Scholar Has Had The Experience Of Reading Something In A Book Which Was Significant To Him, But Which He Could Never Find Again. Sure He Is That He Read It There, But No One Else Ever Read It, Nor Can He Find It Again, Though He Buy The Book And Ransack Every Page.

An Original Sentence, A Step Forward, Is Worth More Than All The Censures.

Truth Is The Property Of No Individual But Is The Treasure Of All Men.