False fancy brings real misery.
Weep, for the light is dead.
Man, living, feeling man, is the easy sport of the over-mastering present.
You have to go the rounds from individual to individual in order to gather the totality of the race.
The rich become richer and the poor become poorer is a cry heard throughout the whole civilized world.
Foster the beautiful, and every hour thou tallest new flowers to birth.