What You Do Thunders Above Your Head

When A Man Says To Me, "i Have The Intensest Love Of Nature," At Once I Know That He Has None.

Passion, Though A Bad Regulator, Is A Powerful Spring.

A Man's Growth Is Seen In The Successive Choirs Of His Friends.

There Is, In All Great Poets, A Wisdom Of Humanity Which Is Superior To Any Talents They Exercise.

It Seems To Be A Rule Of Wisdom Never To Rely On Your Memory Alone, Scarcely Even In Acts Of Pure Memory, But To Bring The Past For Judgment Into The Thousand-eyed Present, And Live Ever In A New Day.