The truth of truths is love.
It is much less what we do than what we think, which fits us for the future.
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.
None but God can fill the perfect whole.
Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.