Sentiment Is Intellectualized Emotion; Emotion Precipitated, As

The Soil Out Of Which Such Men As He Are Made Is Good To Be Born On, Good To Live On, Good To Die For And To Be Buried In.

Tyrants Are But The Spawn Of Ignorance, Begotten By The Slaves They Trample On.

Those Who Love Are But One Step From Heaven.

God'll Send The Bill To You.

And What Is So Rare As A Day In June? Then, If Ever, Come Perfect Days; Then Heaven Tries Earth If It Be In Tune, And Over It Softly Her Warm Ear Lays; Whether We Look, Or Whether We Listen, We Hear Life Murmur, Or See It Glisten.