Could We But Think With The Intensity

The Worst Way To Improve The World Is To Condemn It.

Fine Thoughts Are Wealth, For The Right Use Of Which Men Are And Ought To Be Accountable,-- If Not To Thee, To Those They Influence.

Respect Is What We Owe; Love, What We Give.

What Are Ye Orbs? The Words Of God? The Scriptures Of The Skies?

Look On The Bee Upon The Wing 'mong Flowers; How Brave, How Bright His Life! Then Mark, Him Hiv'd, Cramp'd, Cringing In His Self-built, Social Cell, Thus It Is In The World-hive; Most Where Men Lie Deep In Cities As In Drifts.