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.

Love is the art of hearts, and heart or arts.

Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts.

Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.

Prayer is the spirit speaking truth to Truth.

Error is worse than ignorance.

Life hath more awe than death.