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The Secret Of Drunkenness Is, That It Insulates Us In Thought, Whilst It Unites Us In Feeling.

The Sign And Credentials Of The Poet Are That He Announces That Which No Man Foretold

Enthusiasm Is The Leaping Lightning, Not To Be Measured By The Horse-power Of The Understanding

A Man Is Known By The Books He Reads, By The Company He Keeps, By The Praise He Gives, By His Dress, By His Tastes, By His Distastes, By The Stories He Tells, By His Gait, By The Notion Of His Eye, By The Look Of His House, Of His Chamber; For Nothing On Earth Is Solitary But Every Thing Hath Affinities Infinite.

The Truth, The Hope Of Any Time, Must Always Be Sought In Minorities.