Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.

Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.

The wind, a sightless laborer, whistles at his task.

Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound.

Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!

The Poet, gentle creature as he is, Hath, like the Lover, his unruly times; His fits when he is neither sick nor well, Though no distress be near him but his own Unmanageable thoughts.

Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye.