The Long Days Are No Happier Than

Could I Love Less, I Should Be Happier Now.

Let Us Think Less Of Men And More Of God.

My Favoured Temple Is An Humble Heart.

Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages Heads.

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.