There Is No Gift More Great Than

Whatever There Is To Know, That Shall We Know One Day.

Every Notion That Any Man, Dead, Living, Or Unborn, Might Form As To The Universe Will Necessarily Prove Wrong

Poetry Is Man's Rebellion Against Being What He Is.

There Is Not Any Memory With Less Satisfaction Than The Memory Of Some Temptation We Resisted.

The Desire To Write Perfectly Of Beautiful Happenings Is, As The Saying Runs, Old As The Hills — And As Immortal.