The Poet's Habit Of Living Should Be

The Love Of Novels Is The Preference Of Sentiment To The Senses.

The World Is So Beautiful That I Can Hardly Believe It Exists.

We Must Hold A Man Amenable To Reason For The Choice Of His Daily Craft Or Profession. It Is Not An Excuse Any Longer For His Deeds That They Are The Custom Of His Trade. What Business Has He With An Evil Trade?

We Are Ashamed Of Our Thoughts And Often See Them Brought Forth By Others.

Books Are The Best Of Things, Well Used; Abused, Among The Worst...they Are For Nothing But To Inspire.