I Love All Waste And Solitary Places.

I Wish No Living Thing To Suffer Pain.

Where Is Perfection? Where I Cannot Reach.

If God Has Spoken, Why Is The World Not Convinced.

The Wise Want Love; And Those Who Love Want Wisdom.

It Is Found Easier, By The Short-sighted Victims Of Disease, To Palliate Their Torments By Medicine, Than To Prevent Them By Regimen