It Is The Highest Of Earthly Honors

Force Works On Servile Natures, Not The Free.

Still May Syllables Jar With Time, Still May Reason War With Rhyme, Resting Never!

Freedom Doth With Degree Dispense.

If Men Will Impartially, And Not Asquint, Look Toward The Offices And Function Of A Poet, They Will Easily Conclude To Themselves The Impossibility Of Any Man's Being A Good Poet Without First Being A Good Man.

You Learn Nothing About Someone By The Way They Win The Fight, You Learn Everything About The Way They Lose And Keep Coming Back.