Love Is The Art Of Hearts, And

Hell Is The Wrath Of God--his Hate Of Sin.

Could We But Think With The Intensity We Love With, We Might Do Great Things.

Nature Means Necessity.

There Is No Surer Mark Of The Absence Of The Highest Moral And Intellectual Qualities Than A Cold Reception Of Excellence.

I Am Tired Of Looking On What Is, One Might As Well See Beauty Never More, As Look Upon It With An Empty Eye. I Would This World Were Over. I Am Tired.