A Gentle Word, A Kind Look, A

Those Who Have Little Shall Have Less, And That Those Who Have Much Shall Take All That Others Have Left.

Poetry Is The Universal Language Which The Heart Holds With Nature And Itself. He Who Has A Contempt For Poetry, Cannot Have Much Respect For Himself, Or For Anything Else.

...greatness Sympathises With Greatness, And Littleness Shrinks Into Itself.

Our Energy Is In Proportion To The Resistance It Meets. We Attempt Nothing Great But From A Sense Of The Difficulties We Have To Encounter, We Persevere In Nothing Great But From A Pride In Overcoming Them.

Everything Is In Motion. Everything Flows. Everything Is Vibrating.