What Potent Blood Hath Modest May.

I Find It A Great And Fatal Difference Whether I Court The Muse, Or The Muse Courts Me. That Is The Ugly Disparity Between Age And Youth.

The Best Of Life Is Conversation.

Eloquence Must Be Grounded On The Plainest Narrative. Afterwards, It May Warm Itself Until It Exhales Symbols Of Every Kind And Color, Speaks Only Through The Most Poetic Forms; But First And Last, It Must Still Be At Bottom A Biblical Statement Of Fact.

Give Me Truths For I Am Weary Of The Surfaces.

If You Are Wise, You Will Dread A Prosperity Which Only Loads You With More.