Our Desires, Once Realized, Haunt Us Again

It Seems That It Is Madder Never To Abandon One's Self Than Often To Be Infatuated; Better To Be Wounded, A Captive And A Slave, Than Always To Walk In Armor.

We Cannot Have Expression Till There Is Something To Be Expressed.

All Great Expression, Which On A Superficial Survey Seems So Easy As Well As So Simple, Furnishes After A While, To The Faithful Observer, Its Own Standard By Which To Appreciate It.

I Find No Intellect Comparable To My Own

Genius Will Live And Thrive Without Training, But It Does Not The Less Reward The Watering Pot And The Pruning Knife.