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.
All are of the race of God, and have in themselves good.
Life is as serious a thing as death.
Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.
Music tells no truths.
Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts.