Pride Erects A Little Kingdom Of Its

I Can Enjoy Society In A Room; But Out Of Doors, Nature Is Company Enough For Me

A Man Knows His Companion In A Long Journey And A Little Inn.

Shall I Faint, Now That I Have Poured Out The Spirit Of My Mind To The World, And Treated Many Subjects With Truth, With Freedom, With Power, Because I Have Been Followed With One Cry Of Abuse Ever Since For Not Being A Government Tool?

Language, If It Throws A Veil Over Our Ideas, Adds A Softness And Refinement To Them, Like That Which The Atmosphere Gives To Naked Objects.

Man Is A Poetical Animal, And Delights In Fiction.