Such, Such Were The Joys When We

A Robin Redbreast In A Cage Puts All Heaven In A Rage.

To Create A Little Flower Is The Labour Of Ages.

One Thought Fills Immensity.

He Who Would Do Good To Another Must Do It In Minute Particulars: General Good Is The Plea Of The Scoundrel, Hypocrite, And Flatterer, For Art And Science Cannot Exist But In Minutely Organized Particulars.

When The Doors Of Perception Are Cleansed, Men Will See Things As They Truly Are, Infinite.