He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars: general Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite, and flatterer, for Art and Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars.

Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.

Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together.

Poetry, Painting & Music, the three Powers in man of conversing with Paradise, which the flood did not sweep away.

Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed.

For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.

Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?