The Sound Must Seem An Echo To

To Endeavor To Work Upon The Vulgar With Fine Sense Is Like Attempting To Hew Blocks With A Razor.

Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle State, A Being Darkly Wise And Rudely Great... He Hangs Between; In Doubt To Act Or Rest; In Doubt To Deem Himself A God, Or Beast; In Doubt His Mind Or Body To Prefer; Born To Die, And Reasoning But To Err.

At Ev'ry Word A Reputation Dies.

Give Me Again My Hollow Tree A Crust Of Bread, And Liberty!

Know Then This Truth, Enough For Man To Know Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.