The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.
Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration.
Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.
The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.