For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die

Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.

Some will say, Is not God alone the Prolific? I answer, God only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men.

The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow

May God us keep From Single vision and Newton's sleep.

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.

Everything is beautiful in its own way. Exuberance is beauty.