They Think Him The Best Dressed Man,

As I Walked In The Woods I Felt What I Often Feel That Nothing Can Befall Me In Life, No Calamity, No Disgrace (leaving Me My Eyes) To Which Nature Will Not Offer A Sweet Consolation. Standing On The Bare Ground With My Head Bathed By The Blithe Air, & Uplifted Into The Infinite Space, I Become Happy In My Universal Relations. The Name Of The Nearest Friend Sounds Then Foreign & Accidental. I Am The Heir Of Uncontained Beauty And Power.

I Like Sayers Of No Better Than I Like Sayers Of Yes.

Every Man Is Grave Alone.

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

Genius Is Intellect Constructive.