Gratitude Is Heaven Itself; There Could Be

Nature In Darkness Groans And Men Are Bound To Sullen Contemplation In The Night: Restless They Turn On Beds Of Sorrow; In Their Inmost Brain Feeling The Crushing Wheels, They Rise, They Write The Bitter Words Of Stern Philosophy And Knead The Bread Of Knowledge With Tears And Groans.

Ages Are All Equal. / But Genius Is Always Above The Age.

The Cut Worm Forgives The Plow.

The World Of Imagination Is The World Of Eternity. It Is The Divine Bosom Into Which We Shall All Go After Death Of The Vegetative Body.

The Voice Of Honest Indignation Is The Voice Of God.