Write It On Your Heart That Every

Society Is A Wave. The Wave Moves Onward, But The Water Of Which It Is Composed Does Not.

A Few Strong Instincts And A Few Plain Rules Suffice Us

But A Compassion For That Which Is Not And Cannot Be Useful And Lovely, Is Degrading And Futile.

A Collector Recently Bought At Public Auction, In London, For One Hundred And Fifty-seven Guineas, An Autograph Of Shakespeare; But For Nothing A School-boy Can Read Hamlet And Can Detect Secrets Of Highest Concernment Yet Unpublished Therein.

I Shun Father And Mother And Wife And Brother, When My Genius Calls Me.