That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane

I awoke one day to find myself famous.

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.

There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, some strange influence, even if one is not in love with them, which I cannot at all account for, having no very high opinion of the sex. But yet, I always feel in better humor with myself and every thing else, if there is a woman within ken.

Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.

A sort of hostile transaction, very necessary to keep the world going, but by no means a sinecure to the parties concerned.

What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symmetry of their position and movements.