Great Men Stand Like Solitary Towers In

As To The Pure Mind All Things Are Pure, So To The Poetic Mind All Things Are Poetical.

The True Poet Is A Friendly Man. He Takes To His Arms Even Cold And Inanimate Things, And Rejoices In His Heart.

Fame Comes Only When Deserved, And Then Is As Inevitable As Destiny, For It Is Destiny.

I Like That Ancient Saxon Phrase, Which Calls, The Burial-ground God's-acre.

To Charm, To Strengthen, And To Teach: These Are The Three Great Chords Of Might.