All Finery Is A Sign Of Littleness.

Let None Turn Over Books, Or Roam The Stars In Quest Of God, Who Sees Him Not In Man.

Who Despises All That Is Despicable Is Made To Be Impressed With All That Is Grand.

All Belief That Does Not Make Us More Happy, More Free, More Loving, More Active, More Calm, Is, I Fear, A Mistaken And Superstitious Belief.

Where There Is Much Pretension, Much Has Been Borrowed; Nature Never Pretends.

She Whom Smiles And Tears Make Equally Lovely May Command All Hearts.