History Is A Cyclic Poem

Just A Tender Sense Of My Own Process, That Holds Something Of My Connection With The Divine.

Contemporary Criticism Only Represents The Amount Of Ignorance Genius Has To Contend With. . . . Time Will Reverse The Judgement Of The Vulgar.

The Practice Of Utter Sincerity Towards Other Men Would Avail To No Good End, If They Were Incapable Of Practising It Towards Their Own Minds. In Fact, Truth Cannot Be Communicated Until It Is Perceived.

A Dream Has Power To Poison Sleep.

Soul Meets Soul On Lovers' Lips.