Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are the happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care; To stay at home is best.

Many have genius, but, wanting art, are forever dumb. The two must go together to form the great poet, painter, or sculptor.

A boy's will is the wind's will, and the thought's of youth are long, long thoughhts

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

Fear is the virtue of slaves; but the heart that loveth is willing.

The true poet is a friendly man. He takes to his arms even cold and inanimate things, and rejoices in his heart.

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.