He Who Wants, But Doesn't Act, Is

Nature Has No Outline. Imagination Has.

Can I See Another's Woe, And Not Be In Sorrow Too? Can I See Another's Grief, And Not Seek For Kind Relief? Can I See A Falling Tear, And Not Feel My Sorrow's Share? Can A Father See His Child Weep, Nor Be With Sorrow Filled? Can A Mother Sit And Hear An Infant Groan, An Infant Fear? No, No! Never Can It Be! Never, Never Can It Be!

Mercy, Pity, And Peace, Are The World's Release.

Where Cheating Is, There's Mischief There.

I Will Not Cease From Mental Fight Nor Shall My Sword Sleep In My Hand.