A Judge May Be A Farmer; But

A Beautiful Woman Is A Practical Poet, Taming Her Savage Mate, Planting Tenderness, Hope And Eloquence In All Whom She Approaches.

If Eyes Were Made For Seeing, Then Beauty Is Its Own Excuse For Being.

The Imagination And The Senses Cannot Be Gratified At The Same Time.

That Is Ever The Difference Between The Wise And The Unwise: The Latter Wonders At What Is Unusual; The Wise Man Wonders At The Usual.

The Poet's Habit Of Living Should Be Set On A Key So Low That The Common Influences Should Delight Him.