Failure Is In A Sense The Highway

What Shocks The Virtuous Philosopher, Delights The Chameleon Poet.

Soft Closer Of Our Eyes! Low Murmur Of Tender Lullabies!

My Mind Has Been The Most Discontented And Restless One That Ever Was Put Into A Body Too Small For It.

He Ne'er Is Crowned With Immortality Who Fears To Follow Where Airy Voices Lead.

How Sad It Is When A Luxurious Imagination Is Obliged In Self Defense To Deaden Its Delicacy In Vulgarity, And Riot In Things Attainable That It May Not Have Leisure To Go Mad After Things That Are Not.