No bird can soar in a calm.
If the time should ever come when what is now called science$$$ thus familiarised to men$$$ shall be ready to put on$$$ as it were$$$ a form of flesh and blood$$$ the Poet will lend his divine spirit to aid the transfiguration$$$ and will welcome the Being thus produced$$$ as a dear and genuine inmate of the house of man.
In ourselves our safety must be sought. <br>By our own right hand it must be wrought.
There is no gate$$$ no lock$$$ no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
The older one grows$$$ the more one likes indecency.
<p>How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger?</p>
<p>Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.</p>
I need not hate any man; he cannot hurt me. I need not flatter any man; he has nothing to give me.
Blame it or praise it$$$ there is no denying the wild horse in us.
It seems to me that in the orbit of our world you are the North Pole$$$ I the South--so much in balance$$$ in agreement--and yet... the whole world lies between.