O Liberty...! Is It Well To Leave

Between The Reputation Of The Author Living And The Reputation Of The Same Author Dead There Is Ever A Wide Discrepancy.

The Laurels Of An Orator Who Is Not A Master Of Literary Art Wither Quickly.

After A Debauch Of Thunder-shower, The Weather Takes The Pledge And Signs It With A Rainbow.

I Like To Have A Thing Suggested Rather Than Told In Full. When Every Detail Is Given, The Mind Rests Satisfied, And The Imagination Loses The Desire To Use Its Own Wings.

O Harp Of Life, So Speedily Unstrung!