The Heart Needs Not For Its Heaven

Sorrows Gather Around Great Souls As Storms Do Around Mountains; But, Like Them, They Break The Storm And Purify The Air Of The Plain Beneath Them.

The Romance Of Life Begins And Ends With Two Blank Pages. Age And Extreme Old Age.

Never Write On A Subject Without First Having Read Yourself Full On It; And Never Read On A Subject Till You Have Thought Yourself Hungry On It.

There Are So Many Tender And Holy Emotions Flying About In Our Inward World, Which, Like Angels, Can Never Assume The Body Of An Outward Act; So Many Rich And Lovely Flowers Spring Up Which Bear No Seed, That It Is A Happiness Poetry Was Invented, Which Receives Into Its Limbs All These Incorporeal Spirits, And The Perfume Of All These Flowers.

Humankind's Chief Fault Is That They Have So Many Small Ones.