We Should Be A Mirror Of Being:

One Should Steal Only Where One Cannot Rob.

I Love All Who Are Like Heavy Drops Falling One By One Out Of The Dark Cloud That Lowereth Over Man: They Herald The Coming Of The Lightning, And Succumb As Heralds.

Man... Cannot Learn To Forget, But Hangs On The Past: However Far Or Fast He Runs, That Chain Runs With Him.

Has Anyone...any Distinct Notion Of What Poets Of A Stronger Age Understood By The Word Inspiration? ... There Is An Ecstasy Such That The Immese Strain Of It Is Sometimes Relaxed By A Flood Of Tears, Along With Which One's Steps Either Rush Or Involuntarily Lag, Alternately. There Is The Feeling That One Is Completely Out Of Hand, With The Very Distinct Consciousness Of An Endless Number Of Fine Thrills And Quiverings To The Very Toes... Everything Happens Quite Involuntarily, As If In A Tempestuous Outburst Of Freedom, Of Absoluteness, Of Power And Divinity.

This Mother Needs Happy, Reputable Children, And That One Needs Unhappy Ones: Otherwise She Cannot Show Her Kindness As A Mother.