Cultivate simplicity, Coleridge.

The human species, according to the best theory I can form of it, is composed of two distinct races, the men who borrow and the men who lend.

In the Negro countenance you will often meet with strong traits of benignity. I have felt yearnings of tenderness towards some of these faces.

Presents, I often say, endear absents.

I am Retired Leisure. I am to be met with in trim gardens. I am already come to be known by my vacant face and careless gesture, perambulating at no fixed pace nor with any settled purpose. I walk about; not to and from.

Cultivate simplicity, Coleridge.

While childhood, and while dreams, producing childhood, shall be left, imagination shall not have spread her holy wings totally to fly the earth.