The Soul's Joy Lies In Doing.

There Is No Real Wealth But The Labour Of Man.

Thy Words Are Like A Cloud Of Winged Snakes.

I Cannot Endure The Horror, The Evil, Which Comes To Self In Solitude.

We Are All Greeks. Our Laws, Our Literature, Our Religion, Our Arts, Have Their Root In Greece.

Poetry Is The Record Of The Best And Happiest Moments Of The Happiest And Best Minds.