Poetry Is The Morning Dream Of Great

And When Night, Guiding Her Bright Train Of Stars, Throws O'er The Sleeping World Her Gloomy Veil, Lonely Amidst The Desert And The Darkness, Musing Upon The Night's Calm Majesty; Wrapt Up In Quietness, With Shade And Silence, My Soul More Closely Worshippeth Thy Presence; With An Internal Day I Feel Enlighten'd, And Hear A Voice, Which Biddeth Me To Hope.

Life Is Too Short To Spare An Hour Of It In The Indulgence Of This Evil Passion.

Silence And Simplicity Obtrude On No One, But Are Yet Two Unequaled Attractions In Woman.

Kindness Is Virtue Itself.

Philosophy Is The Rational Expression Of Genius.