Naught can deform the human race Like to the armor's iron brace.
Poetry, Painting & Music, the three Powers in man of conversing with Paradise, which the flood did not sweep away.
Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse.
The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
Everything is beautiful in its own way. Exuberance is beauty.
Auguries of innocence "The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please.