Dreams or illusions, call them what you will, they lift us from the commonplace of life to better things.

In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!

I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling.

The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.

Today is the blocks with which we build.

And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid.

Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts.