All Natural Objects Make A Kindred Impression,

If The Gatherer Gathers Too-much, Nature Takes Out Of The Man What She Puts Into His Chest; Swells The Estate, But Kills The Owner. Nature Hates, Monopolies And Exceptions.

There Is A Kind Of Latent Omniscience, Not Only In Every Man, But In Every Particle.

He Who Would Be A Great Soul In The Future, Must Be A Great Soul Now.

The Poet's Habit Of Living Should Be Set On A Key So Low That The Common Influences Should Delight Him.

The Life Of Labor Does Not Make Men, But Drudges.