The eye is the notebook of the poet.
Time is, after all, the greatest of poets; and the sons of Memory stand a better chance of being the heirs of Fame.
That cause is strong which has, not a multitude, but one strong man behind it.
All thoughtful men are solitary and original in themselves.
Laborin' man an' laborin' woman Hev one glory an' one shame; Ev'y thin' thet' s done inhuman Injers all on 'em the same.
Greatly begin. Though thou have time, but for a line, be that sublime. Not failure, but low aim is crime.