I Must Create A System,

Then Cherish Pity, Lest You Drive An Angel From Your Door.

Man Has Closed Himself Up, Till He Sees All Things Thro' Narrow Chinks Of His Cavern.

He Who Loves His Enemies Betrays His Friends; This Surely Is Not What Jesus Meant.

Harmony Of Colouring Is Destructive Of Art? It Is Like The Smile Of A Fool.

The Gulfing Whale Was Like A Dot In The Spell. Yet Look Upon It, And 'twould Size And Swell To Its Huge Self, And The Minutest Fish Would Pass The Very Hardest Gazer's Wish, And Show His Little Eye's Anatomy.