Light Is The Symbol Of Truth.

It Is Good To Lengthen To The Last A Sunny Mood.

There Comes Emerson First, Whose Rich Words, Every One, Are Like Gold Nails In Temples To Hang Trophies On.

An Appeal To The Reason Of The People Has Never Been Known To Fail In The Long Run.

That Love For One, From Which There Doth Not Spring Wide Love For All, Is But A Worthless Thing.

It ["the Ancient Mariner"] Is Marvellous In Its Mastery Over That Delightfully Fortuitous Inconsequence That Is The Adamantine Logic Of Dreamland.