Active Evil is better than Passive Good.
But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.
Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
What has reason to do with the art of painting?
He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men.
Error is created; truth is eternal.