Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.

How many minds--almost all the great ones--were formed in secrecy and solitude!

Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.

History - a vast Mississippi of falsehoods

Whoever sets himself to see things as they are will find himself one of a very small circle but it is only by this small circle resolutely doing its own work that adequate ideas will ever get current at all.

Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day.

Good poetry does undoubtedly tend to form the soul and character; it tends to beget a love of beauty and of truth in alliance together, it suggests, however indirectly, high and noble principles of action, and it inspires the emotion so helpful in making principles operative.