But Still My Fancy Wanders Free Through

When Scythrop Grew Up, He Was Sent, As Usual, To A Public School, Where A Little Learning Was Painfully Beaten Into Him, And From Thence To The University, Where It Was Carefully Taken Out Of Him.

Clouds On Clouds, In Volumes Driven, Curtain Round The Vault Of Heaven.

Not Drunk Is He Who From The Floor - Can Rise Alone And Still Drink More; But Drunk Is They, Who Prostrate Lies, Without The Power To Drink Or Rise.

My Thoughts By Night Are Often Filled With Visions False As Fair: For In The Past Alone, I Build My Castles In The Air.

I Almost Think It Is The Ultimate Destiny Of Science To Exterminate The Human Race.