All Great Authors Are Seers.

To Love Is For The Soul To Choose A Companion, And Travel With It Along The Perilous Defiles And Winding Ways Of Life; Mutually Sustaining, When It Is Rugged With Obstructions, And Mutually Rejoicing, When Rich Broad Plains And Sunny Slopes Make Journeying Delight.

A Man May Be Buoyed Up By The Efflation Of His Wild Desires To Brave Any Imaginable Peril; But He Cannot Calmly See One He Loves Braving The Same Peril; Simply Because He Cannot Feel Within Turn That Which Prompts Another. He Sees The Danger, And Feels Not The Power That Is To Overcome It.

All Good Literature Rests Primarily On Insight.

It Is Not True That A Man Can Believe Or Disbelieve What He Will. But It Is Certain That An Active Desire To Find Any Proposition True Will Unconsciously Tend To That Result By Dismissing Importunate Suggestions Which Run Counter To The Belief, And Welcoming Those Which Favor It. The Psychological Law, That We Only See What Interests Us, And Only Assimilate What Is Adapted To Our Condition, Causes The Mind To Select Its Evidence.

Science Is Not Addressed To Poets.