Nothing Can Confound A Wise Man More

Accursed Be The City Where The Laws Would Stifle Nature's!

Of All Tales 'tis The Saddest--and More Sad, Because It Makes Us Smile.

Think Not I Am What I Appear.

It Is Very Iniquitous To Make Me Pay My Debts - You Have No Idea Of The Pain It Gives One.

The Stars Are Forth, The Moon Above The Tops Of The Snow-shining Mountains--beautiful! I Linger Yet With Nature, For The Night Hath Been To Me A More Familiar Face Than That Of Man, And In Her Starry Shade Of Dim And Solitary Loveliness I Learned The Language Of Another World.