The Fool Shall Not Enter Into Heaven

Improvement Makes Strait Roads, But The Crooked Roads Without Improvement, Are Roads Of Genius.

Sleep, Sleep, Beauty Bright,dreaming O'er The Joys Of Night.sleep, Sleep: In Thy Sleeplittle Sorrows Sit And Weep.

There Is A Place Where Contrarieties Are Equally True.

Can I See Another's Woe, And Not Be In Sorrow Too? Can I See Another's Grief, And Not Seek For Kind Relief? Can I See A Falling Tear, And Not Feel My Sorrow's Share? Can A Father See His Child Weep, Nor Be With Sorrow Filled? Can A Mother Sit And Hear An Infant Groan, An Infant Fear? No, No! Never Can It Be! Never, Never Can It Be!

If The Lion Was Advised By The Fox, He Would Be Cunning.