Health Is The First Muse, Comprising The

Science Is Nothing But The Finding Of Analogy, Identity, In The Most Remote Parts.

Live In The Sunshine.

One More Royal Trait Properly Belongs To The Poet. I Mean His Cheerfulness, Without Which No Man Can Be A Poet,--for Beauty Is His Aim. He Loves Virtue, Not For Its Obligation, But For Its Grace; He Delights In The World, In Man, In Woman, For The Lovely Light That Sparkles From Them. Beauty, The Spirit Of Joy And Hilarity, He Sheds Over The Universe.

Thy Dangerous Glances Make Women Of Men; New-born, We Are Melting Into Nature Again.

Every Individual Strives To Grow And Exclude, To The Extremities Of The Universe, And To Impose The Law Of Its Being On Every Other Creature.