If A Thing Loves, It Is Infinite.

When The Voices Of Children Are Heard On The Greenand Laughing Is Heard On The Hill,my Heart Is At Rest Within My Breastand Everything Else Is Still.

I Was Angry With My Friend: I Told My Wrath, My Wrath Did End. I Was Angry With My Foe: I Told It Not, My Wrath Did Grow.

Art Degraded, Imagination Denied.

Gratitude Is Heaven Itself; There Could Be No Heaven Without Gratitude.

He Who Wants, But Doesn't Act, Is A Pest.