Souls Are Not Saved In Bundles.

We Know Truth When We See It, From Opinion, As We Know When We Are Awake That We Are Awake.

Not From A Vain Or Shallow Thought His Awful Jove Young Phidias Brought.

The Victories Of Character Are Instant, And Victories For All.

Is All Literature Eavesdropping, And All Art Chinese Imitation? Our Life A Custom, And Our Body Borrowed, Like A Beggar’s Dinner, From A Hundred Charities?

How We Hate This Solemn Ego That Accompanies The Learned, Like A Double, Wherever He Goes.