Take Comfort, And Recollect However Little You

Wherever Is Love And Loyalty, Great Purposes And Lofty Souls, Even Though In A Hovel Or A Mine, There Is Fairyland.

Are Gods More Ruthless Than Mortals? Have They No Mercy For Youth? No Love For The Souls Who Have Loved Them?

For To Be Discontented With The Divine Discontent, And To Be Ashamed With The Noble Shame, Is The Very Germ And First Upgrowth Of All Virtue.

Oh England Is A Pleasant Place For Them That's Rich And High, But England Is A Cruel Place For Such Poor Folks As I

If I Am Ever Obscure In My Expressions, Do Not Fancy That Therefore I Am Deep. If I Were Really Deep, All The World Would Understand, Though They Might Not Appreciate. The Perfectly Popular Style Is The Perfectly Scientific One. To Me An Obscurity Is A Reason For Suspecting A Fallacy.