Barbarism Recommences By The Excess

Kindness Is Virtue Itself.

Habit With It's Iron Sinews, Clasps Us And Leads Us Day By Day.

Let Us Love The Passing Hour, Let Us Hurry Up And Enjoy Our Time.

Shall Not This Bygone Eden That We Knew In Our Eternal Life Have Shape And Hue? For Where Time Is Not Shall Not All Time Be? In That Calm Breast Whereto Our Souls Are Cleaving Shall We Not Find Our Loved Ones Beyond Grieving About The Hearth-stone Of Eternity?

Man Is Born Barbarous--he Is Ransomed From The Condition Of Beasts Only By Being Cultivated.