Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be!

Heaven is in a grain of sand.

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

Every man who is not an artist is a traitor to his own nature.

To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower.

Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity.

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