We Can Only Love What

We Should Contract Our Ideas Of Education, And Expect No More From It Than It Is Able To Perform.

Society Than Solitude Is Worse, And Man To Man Is Still The Greatest Curse.

Child Of Mortality, Whence Comest Thou? Why Is Thy Countenance Sad, And Why Are Thine Eyes Red With Weeping?

If An Author Would Have Us Feel A Strong Degree Of Compassion, His Characters Must Not Be Too Perfect.

Of Her Scorn The Maid Repented, And The Shepherd - Of His Love.