Stop And Consider! Life Is But A

His Religion At Best Is An Anxious Wish,-like That Of Rabelais, A Great Perhaps.

That Which Is Creative Must Create Itself.

The Public - A Thing I Cannot Help Looking Upon As An Enemy, And Which I Cannot Address Without Feelings Of Hostility.

Ay, On The Shores Of Darkness There Is A Light, And Precipices Show Untrodden Green; There Is A Budding Morrow In Midnight; There Is Triple Sight In Blindness Keen.

I Would Sooner Fail Than Not Be Among The Greatest.