What Is Grand Is Necessarily

Where Lambs Have Nibbled, Silent Moves The Feet Of Angels Bright; Unseen They Pour Blessing, And Joy Without Ceasing, On Each Bud And Blossom, And Each Sleeping Bosom.

The Woman That Does Not Love Your Frowns Will Never Embrace Your Smiles.

More! More! Is The Cry Of A Mistaken Soul.

To The Eyes Of The Man Of Imagination, Nature Is Imagination Itself.

The Man Who Never Alters His Opinions Is Like Standing Water, And Breeds Reptiles Of The Mind.