Clean undeniable right, clear undeniable might: either of these once ascertained puts an end to battle. All battle is a confused experiment to ascertain one and both of these.

Nature, after all, is still the grand agent in making poets.

By nature man hates change; seldom will he quit his old home till it has actually fallen around his ears.

The wise man is but a clever infant, spelling letters from a hieroglyphical prophetic book, the lexicon of which lies in eternity.

Money will buy money's worth; but the thing men call fame, what is it?

Poetry, therefore, we will call Musical Thought.

Laughter means sympathy.