It Is Better To Will The Good

I Looked Back At The Summit Of The Mountain, Which Seemed But A Cubit High In Comparison With The Height Of Human Contemplation, Were In Not Too Often Merged In The Corruptions Of The Earth.

And Tears Are Heard Within The Harp I Touch.

I Have Taken Pride In Others, Never In Myself.

Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue Dwell Together.

For Style Beyond The Genius Never Dares.