Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
Wisdom sits with children round her knees.
The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.
Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name.
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
The very flowers are sacred to the poor.