Friendship Is A Sheltering Tree.

It Has Been Observed Before That Images, However Beautiful, Though Faithfully Copied From Nature, And As Accurately Represented In Words, Do Not Of Themselves Characterize The Poet. They Become Proofs Of Original Genius Only As Far As They Are Modified By A Predominant Passion; Or By Associated Thoughts Or Images Awakened By That Passion; Or When They Have The Effect Of Reducing Multitude To Unity, Or Succession To An Instant; Or Lastly, When A Human And Intellectual Life Is Transferred To Them From The Poet's Spirit.

That Gracious Thing, Made Up Of Tears And Light.

The Words In Prose Ought To Express The Intended Meaning, And No More; If They Attract Attention To Themselves, It Is, In General, A Fault.

The Earth With Its Scarred Face Is The Symbol Of The Past; The Air And Heaven, Of Futurity.

The Most Happy Marriage I Can Picture Or Imagine To Myself Would Be The Union Of A Deaf Man To A Blind Woman.