The Earnings Of A Poet

Ambition Is A Dead Sea Fruit, And The Greatest Peril To The Soul Is That One Is Likely To Get Precisely What He Is Seeking.

It Takes A Long Time To Understand Nothing.

Genius, Like Truth, Has A Shabby And Neglected Mien.

The Earnings Of A Poet Could Be Reckoned By A Metaphysician Rather Than A Bookkeeper.

Men Are Too Unstable To Be Just; They Are Crabbed Because They Have Not Passed Water At The Usual Time, Or Testy Because They Have Not Been Stroked Or Praised.