Man Is An Imitative Creature.

There Is Room In The Smallest Cottage For A Happy Loving Pair.

An Honest Man You May Form Of Windle-straws, But To Make A Rogue You Must Have Grist.

He Cannot Complain Of A Hard Sentence, Who Is Made Master Of His Own Fate.

In The Case Of A Creative Mind, It Seems To Me, The Intellect Has Withdrawn Its Watchers From The Gates, And The Ideas Rush In Pell-mell And Only Then Does It Review And Inspect The Multitudes.

As Inclination Changes, Thus Ebbs And Flows The Unstable Tide Of Public Judgment.