It is some alleviation to ills we cannot cure to speak of them.
The glow of inspiration warms us; this holy rapture springs from the seeds of the Divine mind sown in man.
Imperceptibly the hours glide on, and beguile us as they pass.
God himself helps those who dare.
Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.
The good of other times let people state; I think it lucky I was born so late.