Let The Blue Sky Overhead, The Green

I Am Convinced That There Can Be No Regeneration Of Mankind Until Laughter Is Put Down.

Only Nature Knows How To Justly Proportion To The Fault The Punishment It Deserves.

He Gave Man Speech, And Speech Created Thought, Which Is The Measure Of The Universe.

We Look Before And After, And Pine For What Is Not; Our Sincerest Laughter With Some Pain Is Fraught; Our Sweetest Songs Are Those That Tell Of Saddest Thought.

All Love Is Sweet Given Or Returned. Common As Light Is Love, And Its Familiar Voice Wearies Not Ever.