The Earth Is A Great Piece Of

The Human Soul Has Still Greater Need Of The Ideal Than Of The Real. It Is By The Real That We Exist; It Is By The Ideal That We Live.

Love Is Reducing The Universe To One Being.

Large, Heavy, Ragged Black Clouds Hung Like Crape Hammocks Beneath The Starry Cope Of The Night. You Would Have Said That They Were The Cobwebs Of The Firmament.

Give To A Being The Useless, And Deprive Him Of The Needful, And You Have The Gamin.

The Ox Suffers, The Cart Complains.