If You Wish To Preserve Your Secret,

Thoughts Must Come Naturally, Like Wild-flowers; They Cannot Be Forced In A Hot-bed, Even Although Aided By The Leaf-mould Of Your Past.

A Poem Round And Perfect As A Star.

To Have To Die Is A Distinction Of Which No Man Is Proud.

To Sit For One's Portrait Is Like Being Present At One's Own Creation.

The Truly Great Rest In The Knowledge Of Their Own Deserts, Nor Seek The Conformation Of The World.