Most Glorious Night! Thou Wert

Fools Are My Theme, Let Satire Be My Song.

Egeria! Sweet Creation Of Some Heart Which Found No Mortal Resting-place So Fair As Thine Ideal Breast.

Such Hath It Been--shall Be--beneath The Sun The Many Still Must Labour For The One.

Talent May Be In Time Forgiven, But Genius Never

We Are All Selfish And I No More Trust Myself Than Others With A Good Motive.