The Powers Of The Soul Are Commensurate

The Cheapness Of Man Is Every Day's Tragedy.

In Imitation Is A Bit Suicide.

When Summer Opens, I See How Fast It Matures, And Fear It Will Be Short; But After The Heats Of July And August, I Am Reconciled, Like One Who Has Had His Swing, To The Cool Of Autumn.

Beauty Is An Outward Gift, Which Is Seldom Despised, Except By Those To Whom It Has Been Refused.

It Is A Greater Joy To See The Author's Author, Than Himself.