When The Gods Come Among Men, They

How We Hate This Solemn Ego That Accompanies The Learned, Like A Double, Wherever He Goes.

It's A Luxury To Be Understood.

It Is The Fault Of Our Rhetoric That We Cannot Strongly State One Fact Without Seeming To Belie Some Other.

The Foundations Of A Person Are Not In Matter But In Spirit.

There Is Some Reason To Believe That When A Man Does Not Write His Poetry It Escapes By Other Vents Through Him, Instead Of The One Vent Of Writing; Clings To His Form And Manners, Whilst Poets Have Often Nothing Poetical About Them Except Their Verses.