Knowledge Enormous Makes A God Of Me.

Nothing Ever Becomes Real Till Experienced – Even A Proverb Is No Proverb Until Your Life Has Illustrated It

Sometimes Goldfinches One By One Will Drop From Low Hung Branches; Little Space They Stop; But Sip, And Twitter, And Their Feathers Sleek; Then Off At Once, As In A Wanton Freak: Or Perhaps, To Show Their Black, And Golden Wings Pausing Upon Their Yellow Flutterings.

What Shocks The Virtuous Philosopher, Delights The Chameleon Poet.

Every Fresh Experience Points Out Some Form Of Error Which We Shall Afterwards Carefully Avoid.

She Press'd His Hand In Slumber; So Once More He Could Not Help But Kiss Her And Adore.