Love Is The Reward Of Love.

The Very Plants Turn With A Joyful Transport To The Light.

It Is Well For A Man When He Has Learned To Endure What He Cannot Change, And To Give Up With Dignity What He Cannot Retain.

On Dreary Night Let Lusty Sunshine Fall.

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature. The Latter Has Only Given Us Being, The Former Has Made Us Men.

Man, One May Say, Was Never In Such A Completely Animal Condition; But He Has, On The Other Hand, Never Escaped From It.