Land And Sea, Weakness And Decline Are

I Have So Much Of You In My Heart.

He Ne'er Is Crowned With Immortality Who Fears To Follow Where Airy Voices Lead.

Who Would Wish To Be Among The Commonplace Crowd Of The Little Famous - Who Are Each Individually Lost In A Throng Made Up Of Themselves?

A Poet Is The Most Unpoetical Of Anything In Existence; Because He Has No Identity He Is Continually Informing And Filling Some Other Body.

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