Evil then results from imperfection.
Could we but think with the intensity we love with, we might do great things.
It is much less what we do than what we think, which fits us for the future.
None but God can fill the perfect whole.
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.
Life hath more awe than death.