Nature Is A Revelation Of God; Art

The Hooded Clouds, Like Friars, Tell Their Beads In Drops Of Rain.

None But Yourself Who Are Your Greatest Foe.

Is This Is A Dream? O, If It Be A Dream, Let Me Sleep On, And Do Not Wake Me Yet!

Intelligence And Courtesy Not Always Are Combined; Often In A Wooden House A Golden Room We Find.

The Mind Of The Scholar, If You Would Have It Large And Liberal, Should Come In Contact With Other Minds. It Is Better That His Armor Should Be Somewhat Bruised By Rude Encounters Even, Than Hang Forever Rusting On The Wall.