Love Spends His All, And Still Hath

America, Thou Half-brother Of The World; With Something Good And Bad Of Every Land.

Could I Love Less, I Should Be Happier Now.

The Truth Is Perilous Never To The True, Nor Knowledge To The Wise; And To The Fool, And To The False, Error And Truth Alike, Error Is Worse Than Ignorance.

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

The Course Of Nature Seems A Course Of Death, And Nothingness The Whole Substantial Thing.