Nothing So Difficult As A Beginning In

I Cannot Conceive Why People Will Always Mix Up My Own Character And Opinions With Those Of The Imaginary Beings Which, As A Poet, I Have The Right And Liberty To Draw.

Between Two Worlds Life Hovers Like A Star, Twixt Night And Morn, Upon The Horizon's Verge.

I Love Not Man The Less, But Nature More.

Who Falls From All He Knows Of Bliss, Cares Little Into What Abyss.

A Drop Of Ink May Make A Million Think.