Works Of Genius Are The First Things

Here Lies One Whose Name Was Writ In Water.

Literary Men Are . . . A Perpetual Priesthood.

The Public - A Thing I Cannot Help Looking Upon As An Enemy, And Which I Cannot Address Without Feelings Of Hostility.

I Could Be Martyred For My Religion. Love Is My Religion And I Could Die For That. I Could Die For You.

Thou Wast Not Born For Death, Immortal Bird! No Hungry Generations Tread Thee Down; The Voice I Hear This Passing Night Was Heard In Ancient Days By Emperor And Clown.