The poet alone knows astronomy, chemistry, vegetation, and animation, for he does not stop at these facts, but employs them as signs. He knows why the plain, or meadow of space, was strown with these flowers we call suns, and moons, and stars; why the deep is adorned with animals, with men, and gods; for, in every word he speaks he rides on them as the horses of thought.

We expect a great man to be a good reader.

People are very inclined to set moral standards for others.

Thou art to me a delicious torment.

How we hate this solemn Ego that accompanies the learned, like a double, wherever he goes.

Perhaps love is only the highest symbol of friendship, as all other things seem symbols of love.

Is not, indeed, every man a student, and do not all things exist for the student's behoof?