A Poet Not In Love Is Out

Fine Thoughts Are Wealth, For The Right Use Of Which Men Are And Ought To Be Accountable,-- If Not To Thee, To Those They Influence.

If All Were Rich, Gold Would Be Penniless.

We Love And Live In Power; It Is The Spirit's End. Mind Must Subdue; To Conquer Is Its Life.

Surely The Stars Are Images Of Love.

How Slight A Chance May Raise Or Sink A Soul!