The More Sparingly We Make Use Of

And I, The While, The Sole Unbusy Thing, Nor Honey Make, Nor Pair, Nor Build, Nor Sing.

The Poet Is The Man Made To Solve The Riddle Of The Universe Who Brings The Whole Soul Of Man Into Activity.

Humor Is Consistent With Pathos, Whilst Wit Is Not.

What! Did Sir W[alter] R[aleigh] Believe That A Male And Female Ounce (and, If So, Why Not Two Tigers And Lions, Etc?) Would Have Produced, In A Course Of Generations, A Cat, Or A Cat A Lion? This Is Darwinizing With A Vengeance.

Show Me One Couple Unhappy Merely On Account Of Their Limited Circumstances, And I Will Show You Ten Who Are Wretched From Other Causes.