The Soul Of The Christian Religion Is

On Every Mountain Height Is Rest.

This World Could Not Exist If It Were Not So Simple. The Ground Has Been Tilled A Thousand Years, Yet Its Powers Remain Ever The Same; A Little Rain, A Little Sun, And Each Spring It Grows Green Again.

Everywhere, We Learn Only From Those Whom We Love.

A Genuine Work Of Art Usually Displeases At First Sight, As It Suggests A Deficiency In The Spectator.

The Fine Emotions Whence Our Lives We Mold Lie In The Earthly Tumult Dumb And Cold.