Nothing Is Pleasanter To Me

Nature I Loved, And Next To Nature, Art.

I Have Since Written What No Tide Shall Ever Wash Away, What Men Unborn Shall Read O'er Ocean Wide And Find Ianthe's Name Agen.

Where Power Is Absent We May Find The Robe Of Genius, But We Miss The Throne.

The Most Pernicious Of Absurdities Is That Weak, Blind, Stupid Faith Is Better Than The Constant Practice Of Every Human Virtue.

Greatness, As We Daily See It, Is Unsociable.