Poetry's Unnat'ral; No Man Ever Talked Poetry

Whether I Shall Turn Out To Be The Hero Of My Own Life, Or Whether That Station Will Be Held By Anybody Else, These Pages Must Show.

All Of Us Have Wonders Hidden In Our Breasts, Only Needing Circumstances To Evoke Them.

When They Took A Young Man Into Tellson's London House, They Hid Him Somewhere Till He Was Old. They Kept Him In A Dark Place, Like A Cheese, Until He Had The Full Tellson Flavour And Blue-mould Upon Him. Then Only Was He Permitted To Be Seen, Spectacularly Poring Over Large Books, And Casting His Breeches And Gaiters Into The General Weight Of The Establishment.

I Am Light As A Feather, I Am As Happy As An Angel, I Am As Merry As A Schoolboy

Facts Alone Are Wanted In Life. Plant Nothing Else, And Root Out Everything Else.