Fade Far Away, Dissolve, And Quite Forget.

Failure Is, In A Sense, The Highway To Success.

My Mind Has Been The Most Discontented And Restless One That Ever Was Put Into A Body Too Small For It.

Do You Not See How Necessary A World Of Pains And Troubles Is To School An Intelligence And Make It A Soul?

I Should Write For The Mere Yearning And Fondness I Have For The Beautiful, Even If My Night's Labors Should Be Burnt Every Morning And No Eye Shine Upon Them.

Philosophy Will Clip An Angel's Wings, Conquer All Mysteries By Rule And Line, Empty The Haunted Air, And Gnomed Mine - Unweave A Rainbow.