Only That Is Poetry Which Cleanses And

If You Criticize A Fine Genius, The Odds Are That You Are Out Of Your Reckoning, And, Instead Of The Poet, Are Censuring Your Owncaricature Of Him.

Society Is A Masked Ball, Where Every One Hides His Real Character, And Reveals It By Hiding.

Every Fact Is Related On One Side To Sensation, And, On The Other, To Morals. The Game Of Thought Is, On The Appearance Of One Of These Two Sides, To Find The Other: Given The Upper, To Find The Under Side.

Happy Is The Hearing Man; Unhappy The Speaking Man.

Every Time You Wink The Stars Move.