Real Are The Dreams Of Gods, And

Bards Of Passion And Of Mirth, Ye Have Left Your Souls On Earth! Have Ye Souls In Heaven Too, Double-lived In Regions New?

I Must Choose Between Despair And Energy──i Choose The Latter.

We Read Fine Things But Never Feel Them To The Full Until We Have Gone The Same Steps As The Author.

There Is A Budding Morrow In Midnight.

I Compare Human Life To A Large Mansion Of Many Apartments, Two Of Which I Can Only Describe, The Doors Of The Rest Being As Yet Shut Upon Me.