And Shade The Violets, That They May

For Axioms In Philosophy Are Not Axioms Until They Are Proved Upon Our Pulses.

Its Better To Lose Your Ego To The One You Love Than To Lose The One You Love To Your Ego

You Might Curb Your Magnanimity, And Be More Of An Artist, And Load Every Rift Of Your Subject With Ore.

This Living Hand, Now Warm And Capable Of Earnest Grasping, Would, If It Were Cold And In The Icy Silence Of The Tomb, So Haunt Thy Days And Chill Thy Dreaming Nights That Thou Would Wish Thine Own Heart Dry Of Blood, So In My Veins Red Life Might Stream Again, And Thou Be Conscience-calm'd. See, Here It Is-- I Hold It Towards You.

We Read Fine Things But Never Feel Them To The Full Until We Have Gone The Same Steps As The Author.