The Fatal Trait Of The Times Is

A Sublime Hope Cheers Ever The Faithful Heart, That Elsewhere, In Other Regions Of The Universal Powers, Souls Are Now Acting, Enduring And Daring, Which Can Love Us, And Which We Can Love.

Was Never Secret History But Birds Tell It In The Bowers.

The Question Is Whether [suicide] Is The Way Out, Or The Way In.

Every Man Is An Infinitely Repelling Orb, And Holds His Individual Being On That Condition.

Our Reliance On The Physician Is A Kind Of Despair Of Ourselves.