Teas, Where small talk dies in agonies.
That sweet sleep which medicines all pain.
All love is sweet, given or received.
And on the pedestal these words appear:โจ 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:โจ Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' โจNothing beside remains. Round the decayโจ Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bareโจ The lone and level sands stretch far away.
It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
It is true that the reluctance to abstain from animal food, in those who have been long accustomed to its stimulus, is so great in some persons of weak minds, as to be scarcely overcome; but this is far from bringing any argument in its favour