Poetry Is The Morning Dream Of Great

I Am The Fellow Citizen Of Every Being That Thinks; My Country Is Truth.

But Nature Too, Shakes Off Her Sleep Today; By May's Mild Sun We See Reviv'd Her Frame, Around My Window Venus' Birds Proclaim, The Month Most Cherish'd Backwards Bends His Way!

It Is Because Of The Servility Of Photography That I Am Fundamentally Contemptuous Of This Chance Invention Which Will Never Be An Art But Which Plagiarizes Nature By Means Of Optics. (1848)

The Greatness Of A Popular Character Is Less According To The Ratio Of His Genius Than The Sympathy He Shows With The Prejudices And Even The Absurdities Of His Time. Fanatics Do Not Select The Cleverest But The Most Fanatical Leaders As Was Evidenced In The Choice Of Robespierre By The French Jacobins, And In That Of Cromwell By The English Puritans.

What Is Our Life But A Succession Of Preludes To That Unknown Song Whose First Solemn Note Is Sounded By Death?