The Simple-hearted And Sincere Never Do More

Order Is To Arrangement What The Soul Is To The Body, And What Mind Is To Matter.

Thoughts There Are, That Need No Embodying, No Form, No Expression. It Is Enough To Hint At Them Vaguely; A Word, And They Are Heard And Seen.

Eyes Raised Toward Heaven Are Always Beautiful, Whatever They Be.

The Passions Should Be Purged; All May Become Innocent If They Are Well Directed And Moderated. Even Hatred Maybe A Commendable Feeling When It Is Caused By A Lively Love Of Good. Whatever Makes The Passions Pure, Makes Them Stronger, More Durable, And More Enjoyable.

I Resemble The Poplar,--that Tree Which, Even When Old, Still Looks Young.