There Was A Time When The World

Science Confounds Everything; It Gives To The Flowers An Animal Appetite, And Takes Away From Even The Plants Their Chastity.

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

We Should Make Ourselves Loved, For Men Are Only Just Towards Those Whom They Love.

Music Has Seven Letters, Writing Has Twenty-six Notes

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