My Angel,-his Name Is Freedom,- Choose Him

A Man Must Keep An Eye On His Servants, If He Would Not Have Them Rule Him.

Our Moods Do Not Believe In Each Other. To-day I Am Full Of Thoughts, And Can Write What I Please. I See No Reason Why I Should Not Have The Same Thought, The Same Power Of Expression, To-morrow. What I Write, Whilst I Write It, Seems The Most Natural Thing In The World; But Yesterday I Saw A Dreary Vacuity In This Direction In Which Now I See So Much; And A Month Hence, I Doubt Not, I Shall Wonder Who He Was That Wrote So Many Continuous Pages. Alas For This Infirm Faith, This Will Not Strenuous, This Vast Ebb Of A Vast Flow! I Am God In Nature; I Am A Weed By The Wall.

A Rush Of Thoughts Is The Only Conceivable Prosperity That Can Come To Us.

Our Statute Is A Currency Which We Stamp With Our Own Portrait.

A Friend May Well Be Reckoned The Masterpiece Of Nature.