All Are Of The Race Of God,

The Long Days Are No Happier Than The Short Ones.

For As Nightingales Do Upon Glow-worms Feed, So Poets Live Upon The Living Light.

There Is No Surer Mark Of The Absence Of The Highest Moral And Intellectual Qualities Than A Cold Reception Of Excellence.

Obey Thy Genius, For A Minister It Is Unto The Throne Of Fate. Draw To Thy Soul, And Centralize The Rays Which Are Around Of The Divinity.

How Slight A Chance May Raise Or Sink A Soul!