The World Does Not Require So Much

I Am Persuaded That There Is No Affection Of The Human Heart More Exquisitely Pure, Than That Which Is Felt By A Grateful Son Towards A Mother.

Imagination Frames Events Unknown, In Wild, Fantastic Shapes Of Hideous Ruin, And What It Fears Creates.

The Keen Spirit Seizes The Prompt Occasion.

Those Who Want Nothing Are Apt To Forget How Many There Are Who Want Every Thing.

A Slowness To Applaud Betrays A Cold Temper Or An Envious Spirit.