I Love Not Man The Less, But

I Am Not Now That Which I Have Been.

I Am As Comfortless As A Pilgrim With Peas In His Shoes - And As Cold As Charity, Chastity Or Any Other Virtue.

Despair And Genius Are Too Oft Connected

Where Are The Forms The Sculptor's Soul Hath Seized? In Him Alone, Can Nature Show As Fair?

The Art Of Angling, The Cruelest, The Coldest And The Stupidest Of Pretended Sports.