I Ask No Risen Dust To Teach

No Man Is So Great As Mankind.

Religion Without Joy-it Is No Religion.

What Sad Faces One Always Sees In The Asylums For Orphans! It Is More Fatal To Neglect The Heart Than The Head.

Love Of Truth Will Bless The Lover All His Days; Yet When He Brings Her Home, His Fair-faced Bride, She Comes Empty-handed To His Door, Herself Her Only Dower.

Genius Is The Father Of A Heavenly Line, But The Mortal Mother, That Is Industry.