Evil Is Limited. One Cannot

The Hero Is The World-man, In Whose Heart One Passion Stands For All, The Most Indulged.

It Is Much Less What We Do Than What We Think, Which Fits Us For The Future.

How Slight A Chance May Raise Or Sink A Soul!

Let Each Man Think Himself An Act Of God, His Mind A Thought, His Life A Breath Of God; And Let Each Try, By Great Thoughts And Good Deeds, To Show The Most Of Heaven He Hath In Him.

Dewdrops, Nature's Tears, Which She Sheds In Her Own Breast For The Fair Which Die. The Sun Insists On Gladness; But At Night, When He Is Gone, Poor Nature Loves To Weep.