If You Want To Get Pleasure Out

I Nothing Had, And Yet Enough For Youth--joy In Illusion, Ardent Thirst For Truth. Give Unrestrained, The Old Emotion, The Bliss That Touched The Verge Of Pain, The Strength Of Hate, Love's Deep Devotion,--o, Give Me Back My Youth Again!

Death Is A Commingling Of Eternity With Time; In The Death Of A Good Man, Eternity Is Seen Looking Through Time.

One Cannot Develop Taste From What Is Of Average Quality But Only From The Very Best.

Whatever Necessity Lays Upon Thee, Endure; Whatever She Commands, Do.

The Decline Of Literature Indicates The Decline Of A Nation.