We Are All Of Us, More Or

Despair Swallows Up Cowardice.

He Who Would See Old Hoghton Right Must View It By The Pale Moonlight.

The Essence Of Poetry Is Will And Passion.

The Only True Retirement Is That Of The Heart; The Only True Leisure Is The Repose Of The Passions. To Such Persons It Makes Little Difference Whether They Are Young Or Old; And They Die As They Have Lived, With Graceful Resignation.

We Learn To Curb Our Will And Keep Our Overt Actions Within The Bounds Of Humanity, Long Before We Can Subdue Our Sentiments And Imaginations To The Same Mild Tone.