Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty

This Grave Contains All That Was Mortal Of A Young English Poet Who On His Death Bed In The Bitterness Of His Heart At The Malicious Power Of His Enemies Desired These Words To Be Engraved On His Tomb Stone "here Lies One Whose Name Was Writ In Water."

Literary Men Are . . . A Perpetual Priesthood.

The Opinion I Have Of The Generality Of Women--who Appear To Me As Children To Whom I Would Rather Give A Sugar Plum Than My Time, Forms A Barrier Against Matrimony Which I Rejoice In.

The Redbreast Whistles From A Garden-croft; And Gathering Swallows Twitter In The Skies.

To Silence Gossip, Don't Repeat It.