Poetry Is The Universal Possession Of Mankind,

What Do People Mean When They Talk About Unhappiness? It Is Not So Much Unhappiness As Impatience That From Time To Time Possesses Men, And Then They Choose To Call Themselves Miserable.

And Those Whom Once My Song Had Cheered And Gladdened, If Still They Live, Rove Through The World Now Saddened.

To Make Something You Have To Be Something.

One Is Led Astray Alike By Sympathy And Coldness, By Praise And By Blame

A Man's Foibles Are What Makes Him Lovable.