No Prudent Antagonist Thinks Light Of His

The World Is So Great And Rich, And Life So Full Of Variety, That You Can Never Lack Occasions For Poems.

Certain Defects Are Necessary For The Existence Of Individuality.

Perfection Is The Measure Of Heaven, And The Wish To Be Perfect The Measure Of Man.

With Little Wit And Ease To Suit Them, They Whirl In Narrow Circling Trails, Like Kittens Playing With Their Tails.

No Wonder We Are All More Or Less Pleased With Mediocrity, Since It Leaves Us At Rest, And Gives The Same Comfortable Feeling As When One Associates With His Equals.