A Man Is Related To All Nature.

Society Will Pardon Much To Genius And Special Gifts; But, Being In Its Nature Conventional, It Loves What Is Conventional, Or What Belongs To Coming Together.

The Finest Poetry Was First Experience.

...what Torments Of Pain Have You Endured That Haven't As Yet Arrived? And May Never!

When Summer Opens, I See How Fast It Matures, And Fear It Will Be Short; But After The Heats Of July And August, I Am Reconciled, Like One Who Has Had His Swing, To The Cool Of Autumn.

Truth Is Beautiful Within And Without, Forevermore.