The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.

Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.

Oh! why was I born with a different face? why was I not born like the rest of my race? when I look,each one starts! when I speak, I offend; then Im silent & passive & lose every friend. Then my verse I dishonour, my pictures despise, my person degrade & my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; all my talents I bury, and dead is my fame. Im either too low or too highly prized; when elate I m envy'd, when meek Im despis'd

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

Let every Christian, as much as in him lies, engage himself openly and publicly, before all the World, in some mental pursuit for the Building up of Jerusalem.

I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind!