There Is No Wealth But Love.

Imagination Is The Supreme Endowment Of The Poet And Romanticist. It Is A Kind Of Second Sight, Which Conveys The Owner Of It To Places He Has Never Seen, And Surrounds Him With Strange Circumstances Of Which He Is Merely The Spiritual Eyewitness.

There Is Nothing So Inconvenient In This World As An Absolutely Truthful Person, Who Can Both Speak And Write, And Has The Courage Of His Convictions. One Can Always Arrange Matters With Liars ... But With The Man Or Woman Who Holds Truth Dearer Than Life, And Honor More Valuable Than Advancement, There Is Nothing To Be Done, Now That Governments Cannot Insist On The Hemlock-cure, As In The Case Of Socrates.

Years Should Be Nothing To You. Who Asked You To Count Them Or Consider Them? In The World Of Wild Nature, Time Is Measured By Seasons Only-the Bird Does Not Know How Old It Is-the Rose-tree Does Not Count Its Birthdays!

There Is No Wealth But Love.

Love, If It Be Love Indeed, Asks No Permission As To Where It Shall Seek Vantage Ground Or Gain Its Victory - It Is Of All Powers The Most Unfettered And The One Which Takes The Widest Course Of Largest Liberty.