All Nature Is The Temple; Earth The

But Nature Too, Shakes Off Her Sleep Today; By May's Mild Sun We See Reviv'd Her Frame, Around My Window Venus' Birds Proclaim, The Month Most Cherish'd Backwards Bends His Way!

Sentiment Is The Poetry Of The Imagination.

It Is In The Habits Of Lawyers That Every Accusation Appears Insufficient If They Do Not Exaggerate It Even To Calumny; It Is Thus That Justice Itself Loses Its Sanctity And Its Respect Amongst Men.

We Don't Have Two Hearts, One For Animals And One For Humans ; We Have One Heart Or We Don't Have Any.

All Nature Is The Temple; Earth The Altar.