Let The Soul Be Assured That Somewhere

Money Often Costs Too Much, And Power And Pleasure Are Not Cheap.

God Will Have Life To Be Real; We Will Be Damned, But It Shall Be Theatrical.

In The Woods Too, A Man Casts Off His Years, As The Snake His Slough, And At What Period Soever Of Life, Is Always A Child. In The Woods, Is Perpetual Youth.

The Finest Poems Of The World Have Been Expedients To Get Bread.

The World Still Wants Its Poet-priest, A Reconciler, Who Shall Not Trifle With Shakspeare The Player, Nor Shall Grope In Graves With Swedenborg The Mourner; But Who Shall See, Speak, And Act, With Equal Inspiration. For Knowledge Will Brighten The Sunshine; Right Is More Beautiful Than Private Affection; And Love Is Compatible With Universal Wisdom.