Joy, in Nature's wide dominion, Mightiest cause of all is found; And 'tis joy that moves the pinion When the wheel of time goes round.

The worst of me is known, and I can say that I am better than the reputation I bear.

The very plants turn with a joyful transport to the light.

In a narrow circle the mind grows narrow. The more one expands, the larger their aims.

Modest humility is beauty's crown.

Chains of iron or of silk-both are chains.

To rankling poison hast thou turned in me the milk of human kindness.