Imagination Is The Air Of Mind.

Could We But Think With The Intensity We Love With, We Might Do Great Things.

Love Spends His All, And Still Hath Store.

Poets Are All Who Love, Who Feel Great Truths, And Tell Them; And The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

It Is No Great Misfortune To Oblige Ungrateful People, But An Unsupportable One To Be Forced To Be Under An Obligation To A Scoundrel.

Blessings Star Forth Forever; But A Curse Is Like A Cloud, It Passes.