Indeed There's A Woundy Luck In Names.

Memory, Of All The Powers Of The Mind, Is The Most Delicate And Frail.

The Pipe Marks The Point At Which The Orangutan Ends And Man Begins.

Honor's A Good Brooch To Wear In A Man's Hat At All Times.

God Wisheth None Should Wreck On A Strange Shelf: To Him Man's Dearer Than To Himself.

If Men Will Impartially, And Not Asquint, Look Toward The Offices And Function Of A Poet, They Will Easily Conclude To Themselves The Impossibility Of Any Man's Being A Good Poet Without First Being A Good Man.