None but God can fill the perfect whole.
I cannot be content with less than heaven.
There is no disappointment we endure one-half so great as what we are to ourselves.
Could we but think with the intensity we love with, we might do great things.
The temples perish, but the God still lives.
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.