Joy, Once Lost, Is Pain

If Certain Critics Were As Clearsighted As They Are Malignant, How Great Would Be The Benefit To Be Derived From Their Writings!

Until The Mind Can Love, And Admire, And Trust, And Hope, And Endure, Reasoned Principles Of Moral Conduct Are Seeds Cast Upon The Highway Of Life Which The Unconscious Passenger Tramples Into Dust.

Poetry Is The Record Of The Best And Happiest Moments Of The Happiest And Best Minds.

This Lake Exceeds Anything I Ever Beheld In Beauty.

Oh That Simplicity And Innocence Its Own Unvalued Work So Seldom Knows!