He alone is worthy of the appellation who either does great things, or teaches how they may be done, or describes them with a suitable majesty when they have been done; but those only are great things which tend to render life more happy, which increase the innocent enjoyments and comforts of existence, or which pave the way to a state of future bliss more permanent and more pure.

To live a life half dead, a living death.

To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.

Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.

This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.

My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.

Nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on what is just and right.