The Long Days Are No Happier Than

My Favoured Temple Is An Humble Heart.

Doubt Is The Shadow Of Truth.

Leave The Poor Some Time For Self-improvement. Let Them Not Be Forced To Grind The Bones Out Of Their Arms For Bread, But Have Some Space To Think And Feel Like Moral And Immortal Creatures.

O, There Is Naught On Earth Worth Being Known But God And Our Own Souls!

He Is A Fool Who Is Not For Love And Beauty. I Speak Unto The Young, For I Am Of Them And Always Shall Be.