Know That Morality Is A Curb, Not

Fate And Necessity Are Unconquerable.

The Evening Of Life Brings With It Its Lamps.

How Many Books There Are Whose Reputation Is Made That Would Not Obtain It Were It Now To Make?

You Arrive At Truth Through Poetry; I Arrive At Poetry Through Truth.

The Voice Is A Human Sound Which Nothing Inanimate Can Perfectly Imitate. It Has An Authority And An Insinuating Property Which Writing Lacks. It Is Not Merely So Much Air, But Air Modulated And Impregnated With Life.