There Is A Vast Deal Of Vital

A Little Praise Is Good For A Shy Temper; It Teaches It To Rely On The Kindness Of Others.

There Is No More Certain Sign Of A Narrow Mind, Of Stupidity, And Of Arrogance, Than To Stand Aloof From Those Who Think Differently From Us.

Something Of The Severe Hath Always Been Appertaining To Order And To Grace; And The Beauty That Is Not Too Liberal Is Sought The Most Ardently, And Loved The Longest.

It Often Comes Into My Head That We May Dream When We Are Dead, But I Am Far From Sure We Do. O That It Were So! Then My Rest Would Be Indeed Among The Blest; I Should For Ever Dream Of You.

My Thoughts Are My Company; I Can Bring Them Together, Select Them, Detain Them, Dismiss Them.