True Wit, To Every Man, Is That

Piety--warm, Soft, And Passive As The Ether Round The Throne Of Grace--is Made Callous And Inactive By Kneeling Too Much.

He Who Brings Ridicule To Bear Against Truth Finds In His Hand A Blade Without A Hilt.

I Strove With None; For None Was Worth My Strife.

Sculpture And Painting Are Moments Of Life; Poetry Is Life Itself.

Greatness, As We Daily See It, Is Unsociable.