So Let Me Be Thy Choir, And

Thou, Silent Form, Dost Tease Us Out Of Thought As Doth Eternity.

The Only Means Of Strengthening One's Intellect Is To Make Up One's Mind About Nothing, To Let The Mind Be A Thoroughfare For All Thoughts.

He Who Saddens At Thought Of Idleness Cannot Be Idle, / And He's Awake Who Thinks Himself Asleep.

--then On The Shore Of The Wide World I Stand Alone, And Think Till Love And Fame To Nothingness Do Sink.

I Would Jump Down Etna For Any Public Good - But I Hate A Mawkish Popularity.