Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.
Love is the art of hearts, and heart or arts.
Life is as serious a thing as death.
Could we but think with the intensity we love with, we might do great things.
Leave the poor Some time for self-improvement. Let them not Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms For bread, but have some space to think and feel Like moral and immortal creatures.
The value of a thought cannot be told.