The Stupidity Of Men Always Invites The

There Is No Planet, Sun, Or Star Could Hold You If You But Knew What You Are.

Foolish, Whenever You Take The Meanness And Formality Of That Thing You Do, Instead Of Converting It Into The Obedient Spiracle Ofyour Character And Aims.

The Imaginative Faculty Of The Soul Must Be Fed With Objects Immense And Eternal.

Give Me Truths For I Am Weary Of The Surfaces.

I Ought To Go Upright And Vital, And Speak The Rude Truth In All Ways.