Kindness Is Wisdom. There Is None In

Imagination Is The Air Of Mind.

The Dew, 'tis Of The Tears Which Stars Weep, Sweet With Joy.

As The Master So The Valet.

Leave The Poor Some Time For Self-improvement. Let Them Not Be Forced To Grind The Bones Out Of Their Arms For Bread, But Have Some Space To Think And Feel Like Moral And Immortal Creatures.

I Am Tired Of Looking On What Is, One Might As Well See Beauty Never More, As Look Upon It With An Empty Eye. I Would This World Were Over. I Am Tired.