Energy Is The Only Life, And Is

The Eye Sees More Than The Heart Knows.

Acts Themselves Alone Are History, And These Are Neither The Exclusive Property Of Hume, Gibbon Nor Voltaire, Echard, Rapin, Plutarch, Nor Herodotus. Tell Me The Acts, O Historian, And Leave Me To Reason Upon Them As I Please; Away With Your Reasoning And Your Rubbish. All That Is Not Action Is Not Worth Reading.

He Who Has Few Things To Desire Cannot Have Many To Fear.

The Naked Women's Body Is A Portion Of Eternity Too Great For The Eye Of Man.

But To Go To School In A Summer Morn, O! It Drives All Joy Away; Under A Cruel Eye Outworn, The Little Ones Spend The Day In Sighing And Dismay.