The life of man is a self-evolving circle, which, from a ring imperceptibly small, rushes on all sides outwards to new and largercircles, and that without end.

As long as any man exists, there is some need of him.

It is the essence of poetry to spring, like the rainbow daughter of Wonder, from the invisible, to abolish the past, and refuse all history.

No facts to me are sacred; none are profane.

We want but two or three friends, but these we cannot do without, and they serve us in every thought we think.

Life is a series of surprises and would not be worth taking or keeping if it were not.

When It's Darkest, Men See the Stars.