A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.

Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave!

I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again!

Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.