The man who never alters his opinions is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.

Why stand we here trembling around, calling on God for help, and not ourselves, in whom God dwells?

The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead.

A DIVINE IMAGE Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secresy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron, The human form a fiery forge, The human face a furnace sealed, The human heart its hungry gorge.

The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion.

Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime