As The Master So The Valet.

Could I Love Less, I Should Be Happier Now.

Music Lives Within Thy Lips Like A Nightingale In Roses.

Leave The Poor Some Time For Self-improvement. Let Them Not Be Forced To Grind The Bones Out Of Their Arms For Bread, But Have Some Space To Think And Feel Like Moral And Immortal Creatures.

O, There Is Naught On Earth Worth Being Known But God And Our Own Souls!

One Thought Settles A Life, An Immortality.