Evil Is Only Good Perverted.

I See, But Cannot Reach, The Height That Lies Forever In The Light.

Nature Paints Not; In Oils, But Frescoes The Great Dome Of Heaven; With Sunsets, And The Lovely Forms Of Clouds; And Flying Vapors.

In The Life Of Every Man There Are Sudden Transitions Of Feeling, Which Seem Almost Miraculous. At Once, As If Some Magician Had Touched The Heavens And The Earth, The Dark Clouds Melt Into The Air, The Wind Falls, And Serenity Succeeds The Storm. The Causes Which Produce These Changes May Have Been Long At Work Within Us, But The Changes Themselves Are Instantaneous, And Apparently Without Sufficient Cause.

A Torn Jacket Is Soon Mended; But Hard Words Bruise The Heart Of A Child.

Our Pleasures And Our Discontents, Are Rounds By Which We May Ascend.