The Rhyme Of The Poet

Taking To Pieces Is The Trade Of Those Who Cannot Construct.

The Force Of Character Is Cumulative.

The Sensual Man Conforms Thoughts To Things; The Poet Conforms Things To His Thoughts.

The Soul Raised Over Passion Beholds Identity And Eternal Causation, Perceives The Self-existance Of Truth And Right, And Calms Itself With Knowing That All Things Go Well.

Thought Is The Seed Of Action; But Action Is As Much Its Second Form As Thought Is Its First.