Talk Of The Devil, And His Horns

He Knows Well The Evening Star, And Once When He Awoke, In A Most Distressful Mood (some Inward Pain Had Made Up That Strange Thing, An Infant's Dream), I Hurried With Him To Our Orchard Plot, And He Beheld The Moon, And Hushed At Once. Suspends His Sobs And Laughs Most Silently. While His Fair Eyes, That Swam With Undropped Tears, Did Glitter In The Yellow Moonbeam.

Men, I Still Think, Ought To Be Weighed Not Counted.

A Man May Devote Himself To Death And Destruction To Save A Nation; But No Nation Will Devote Itself To Death And Destruction To Save Mankind.

Genius Must Have Talent As Its Complement And Implement, Just As In Like Manner Imagination Must Have Fancy. In Short, The Higher Intellectual Powers Can Only Act Through A Corresponding Energy Of The Lower.

No Man Was Ever Yet A Great Poet, Without Being At The Same Time A Profound Philosopher.