All things that speak of heaven speak of peace.
How slight a chance may raise or sink a soul!
Simplicity is natures first step, and the last of art.
Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little.
Evil then results from imperfection.
Who can mistake great thoughts? They seize upon the mind; arrest and search, And shake it; bow the tall soul as by wind; Rush over it like a river reeds.