Religion Is Poetry, - Poetry

How Foolish It Would Be If Women Did Not Obey Men. The World Would Be All Confusion!

Years Should Be Nothing To You. Who Asked You To Count Them Or Consider Them? In The World Of Wild Nature, Time Is Measured By Seasons Only-the Bird Does Not Know How Old It Is-the Rose-tree Does Not Count Its Birthdays!

What Was The Use Of Trying To Expound A Truth, If The Majority Preferred A Lie?

Greatness Is Always Envied - It Is Only Mediocrity That Can Boast Of A Host Of Friends.

Such Lovely Warmth Of Thought And Delicacy Of Colour Are Beyond All Praise, And Equally Beyond All Thanks!