I Would Sooner Fail Than Not Be

Nothing Ever Becomes Real Till It Is Experienced.

Are There Not Thousands In The World Who Love Their Fellows Even To The Death, Who Feel The Giant Agony Of The World, And More, Like Slaves To Poor Humanity, Labor For Mortal Good?

A Man's Life Of Any Worth Is A Continual Allegory.

There Is A Budding Tomorrow In Midnight.

There's A Blush For Won't, And A Blush For Shan't, And A Blush For Having Done It: There's A Blush For Thought And A Blush For Naught, And A Blush For Just Begun It.