Poetry Has Been The Guardian Angel Of

Man, It Seems, Is Not Able To Bear The Languid Rest On Nature's Bosom, And When The Trumpet Sounds The Signal Of Danger, He Hastens To Join His Comrades, No Matter What The Cause That Calls Him To Arms. He Rushes Into The Thickest Of The Fight, And Amid The Uproar Of The Battle Regains Confidence In Himself And His Powers.

Let Us Love The Passing Hour, Let Us Hurry Up And Enjoy Our Time.

Man Is God By His Faculty For Thought.

Silence,--the Applause Of Real And Durable Impressions.

Enthusiasm Is The Intoxication Of Earnestness.