The Very Effort To Forget Teaches Us

Anybody's Applause Is Better Than Nobody's.

The Dream On The Pillow, That Flits With The Day, The Leaf Of The Willow A Breath Wears Away; The Dust On The Blossom, The Spray On The Sea; Ay,--ask Thine Own Bosom-- Are Emblems Of Thee.

Alas! The Praise Given To The Ear Ne'er Was Nor Ne'er Can Be Sincere.

Strange Mystery Of Our Nature, That Those In Whom Genius Develops Itself In Imagination, Thus Taking Its Most Ethereal Form, Should Yet Be The Most Dependent On The Opinions Of Others!

Imagination Is To Love What Gas Is To The Balloon-that Which Raises It From Earth.